All Chapters of Moonbound At Sliver Ridge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The Packhouse was bracing like it knew a storm was coming. Pack members rushed down the endless green-and-gold corridors carrying trays of crystal and bottles of wine like they were handling holy relics. Guards lined the walls in silver-detailed armour polished until it gleamed under the chandeliers. The air itself was different—thick, charged, alive. I could feel the wards humming faintly in the bones of the house, as though they were preparing themselves for something massive.Everyone knew why.The Supreme Alphas were arriving today, and with them, the Triplet Lycan Kings—Tristan, Lucas, and Hayden—the rulers of Lycandra and Lycan’Dra, the three men who even my Alphas would bow their heads to. The quads never bowed, not to anyone, but I’d heard them speak of the triplets with the kind of respect that came laced with old resentment. They were the only wolves alive stronger than my Alphas and The Supremes, the only ones who carried power that could silence entire packs without a word

Darkness swallows me, but it doesn’t feel empty.It feels… crowded.Like someone turned the world inside out and I slid into the lining. There’s weight here, and texture, and this low, thrumming sound that could be a heartbeat or drums or the wards humming far away. I’m not sure if I’m floating or falling or just… suspended.I try to breathe.The first inhale doesn’t work.The second one does—and the world snaps into place.Cold air floods my lungs, sharp and clean like winter at the edge of the Ridge Storm forests. When I open my eyes, I’m standing barefoot on damp moss that glows faintly silver under my toes. The sky above me is nothing but night, a deep, endless canvas. The moon hangs too big and too close, swollen and bright, pouring pale light over everything.I’m in a forest, but not the one behind the Packhouse.This one is wrong.The trees are taller than anything in Lycandra, trunks carved with runes that pulse softly, like they’re breathing. Mist curls around their roots and

I don’t know how long I sit there surrounded by four men who look like they’d tear open the realms if it meant keeping me breathing.Minutes. Hours. I don’t know. Time feels warped—like the air is choosing its own shape to fit around whatever is happening inside me.Everything is too close.Too loud.My heartbeat thuds like it’s trying to catch a rhythm that keeps outrunning it. My wolf is pacing, scratching, snarling against the inside of my ribs. The wards hum around us in a low, metallic vibration, crawling under my skin.The runes on my walls won’t stop pulsing.Silver.Then faint gold.Then silver again.Like they can’t decide which way to bend.Callum’s hand stays wrapped around mine—steady, grounding, command bleeding through his touch. His thumb draws these slow circles over my skin, and even though my wolf doesn’t settle, she pauses. Listens. Breathes.It’s enough to keep me in my body.“Rhea.” His voice slices through the haze—low, calm, commanding enough to anchor my entire

The Shift Chamber doors are inches from Callum’s hand when the world decides to fall apart.It starts with the wards.They flicker—silver, then gold, then a colour that shouldn’t exist in the wolf spectrum at all. A pulse rolls through the corridor like the Packhouse is inhaling sharply.My wolf’s ears go flat.That’s never a good sign.Rhea is half-limp in Callum’s arms, forehead pressed to his shoulder, breaths shallow and fast. Her skin is too hot—again. Her aura too loud. Her pulse too wild. Everything in her is screaming toward some breaking point and we’re just trying to get her behind the godsdamn doors before she—“CALLUM!”The shout cracks through the hall like a weapon.All four of us turn as their footsteps thunder down the staircase.Rhea’s parents.Her adopted parents.Rowan Morgan and Elaina Morgan, the people who raised the girl currently burning up in my brother’s arms.Behind them, another pair follows—taller, sharper, power threaded through their posture with rigid p

White.Not light. Not magic. Not moonfire.Just white, swallowing everything, swallowing me.A ringing fills my head—sharp, metallic and endless. Like the world cracked open and the sound poured through the fractures. I don’t know where my body is. I don’t know if I have one. I don’t know if I’m breathing or just remembering how breathing felt.Somewhere far away, someone screams.It takes me too long to realize it’s me.My throat burns. My lungs seize. Something—something—is crushing my ribs from the inside out. A force that’s too big for my body and too angry.I hear Jaxon shouting my name—no, not my name.“Sunshine—look at me—stay with me—”His voice sounds like it’s underwater.I try to reach for him but my fingers don’t move. I try to breathe my lungs don’t respond. I try to scream something else screams for me.Because something is tearing.Not outside.Not around me.Inside.My vision flickers—white to black to gold to silver to nothing.Pressure slams down on me like a mountai