Todos los capítulos de Bound in Silver Flames: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 48

He stood at the far edge of the training grounds, far enough that no one questioned his presence, close enough to see everything that mattered. The chatter of warriors, the thud of bodies hitting the mat, the metallic clink of shifting weight—it all faded beneath the razor-sharp focus narrowing his world to a single point: Eira Thornwind. She moved like a storm unleashed. Controlled chaos wrapped in grace. Even here, even holding back, her strikes landed with the precision of someone far older, far more trained, far more dangerous than an almost-eighteen-year-old Alpha’s daughter should be. Ryn—a senior Crescent Fang warrior—was sweating, teeth bared, genuinely fighting to keep up. And Eira? She wasn’t even breathing hard. The unknown Alpha folded his arms, expression still, though a low throb of irritation pulsed in his jaw. Too strong. Too fast. Too… significant. His wolf paced beneath his skin, uneasy. Then he saw it—just a flicker, but enough. Eira’s focus drifted, just f

Kalen told himself he was only walking to clear his head. He told Rowan the same when the Bata asked if he wanted company, but the moment he stepped away from the Summit halls, his wolf surged beneath his skin—restless, pacing, pushing against the confines of his control. The night was cool and quiet, shadows stretching between the trees. The moon hung low, silver-bright, and the forest exhaled around him. But the moment he crossed the tree line, the pull hit him again. Sharp. Magnetic. Unmistakable. Her. His wolf lunged forward, not physically but in that deep, ancient way that made his muscles tense and his senses sharpen. Kalen stopped walking, breath lodged in his throat as something electric slid down his spine. She was close. Closer than she had been since the night he offered her his number. The thread between them thrummed—alive, urgent, calling to him. Go. His wolf’s voice was a low growl of command. Kalen clenched his jaw, fighting back the instinct to shift. We do

The clearing smelled of blood, burned ozone, and the unmistakable sharp, electric scent of a mate bond snapping into place. Not fully. Not complete. But enough. Enough that the air felt charged—enough that the ground itself seemed to respond to the shift in power. Enough that Alpha Thornwind felt his pulse stutter in a way it hadn’t in decades. Eira. His daughter. His heir. Bound—no matter how reluctantly—to the Alpha of Ironshade. He exhaled slowly, steadying himself. There would be time to feel. To panic. To rage at the world for placing his daughter in danger and then tying her fate to another pack. But right now? He was Alpha. And three assassins lay beaten and unconscious on Crescent Fang land. “Jasper. Raithe.” His voice carried authority sharp enough to slice through the night air. Jasper snapped immediately to attention, eyes alert and already scanning for threats. On the other side of the clearing, Raithe—the massive Ironshade enforcer who had accompanied Rowan—st

Alpha Thornwind’s eyes were sharp, scanning Kalen as he recounted the events of the forest: the assassins, the ambush, and how close it had come to turning tragedy into catastrophe. Kalen’s tone was controlled, but the underlying tension, the pull of the bond with Eira, threaded through every word. “She survived,” Kalen concluded, his jaw tight. “Thanks to timing and—instinct. Both hers and mine. We fought side by side. But this wasn’t just a random attack. Someone knew her strength, her pull, and wanted to destroy it before it could become a threat.” Alpha Thornwind folded his hands over the polished table, leaning back slightly. His mind was already working, assessing, weighing consequences. “The reports from other packs confirm anomalies. Several Alphas have taken note of Crescent Fang’s strength—Eira herself. And Ironshade’s influence in this matter…” His gaze narrowed. “If the two of you bond fully, our combined packs will shift the balance of power irreversibly. Some in the sh