Todos los capítulos de WOLVES OF WINTER MOON: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The Sanctum groans.Not loudly—not yet—but deep within its bones, something ancient shifts, unsettled by Lyra’s touch. The sigils beneath her palm glow brighter, silver lines fracturing with veins of white light that pulse in time with her heartbeat.She feels it.The way the Veil presses closer, curious now. No longer restrained. No longer pretending neutrality.You would rewrite what was sealed, it hums, neither approving nor condemning.“Yes,” Lyra whispers. “I would.”Behind her, Kade stiffens.“You don’t understand what you’re doing,” he says sharply. “Those wards aren’t just for you. They hold the balance between realms.”Lyra turns slowly.Her eyes are not glowing—but something in them has changed. Depth. Distance. Like she’s looking at him from somewhere just beyond the world.“My mother understood,” she says. “And she was alone.”Kade’s jaw tightens. “She failed.”The words echo.For a moment, Lyra almost lets the Veil answer him. Almost lets it show him the battlefield, the

Darkness returns in pieces.Not the gentle dark of sleep—but the violent absence of sound, of gravity, of place. Lyra drifts in it, weightless, every breath feeling borrowed. The Veil has no sky, no ground—only currents of cold and heat braided together, whispering truths without language.She feels Rylan before she sees him.The bond tugs—weak, then sharp, then frighteningly thin.Rylan.Her pulse spikes. Panic claws up her throat as she forces her eyes open.They are not in the Sanctum.They are nowhere she recognizes.A vast expanse stretches around them, silver-black and endlessly deep, like moonlight spilled into an abyss. Fractures of light float like broken constellations. The Veil breathes—slow, ancient, aware.Lyra pushes herself upright.Pain flares—sharp, then dull—but she ignores it.“Rylan!” Her voice echoes strangely, bending as if the Veil itself is listening.He lies a few paces away, motionless.Fear slams into her harder than any spell ever has.She scrambles toward

The chamber feels impossibly small, though the stone walls stretch high above them. Lyra can still feel the lingering heat of their closeness, the lingering pulse of the bond that threads them together—alive, hungry, impossible. Even after the fire of their stolen, stolen intimacy, Rylan has not left her side. Every movement he makes mirrors hers, every breath synchronizes, every heartbeat echoes across the invisible tether that binds them.But the world will not pause. The Veil hums low, impatient, as if warning them the reprieve is temporary. And beyond the chamber, footsteps echo, deliberate, dangerous.Kade.Lyra’s chest tightens. She can sense him more than see him—a predator, lurking at the edge of firelight, eyes glinting with jealousy so sharp it could cut stone. He doesn’t just want her; he wants the power that courses through her veins. And perhaps, he wants to claim Rylan’s devotion, too.Rylan notices before she can speak. His jaw tightens, gold flaring dangerously bright.

The castle shook again, the sound of splintering stone echoing through the halls. Lyra pressed against Rylan, his arms a cage of heat and protection around her, gold eyes flashing, wolf beneath the surface coiling with lethal intent. The white-hot pulse of the bond between them throbbed through the chamber, stronger, hotter, more desperate than ever.“Lyra,” Rylan growled, jaw tight, claws flexing. “Stay behind me. Every move counts. Every second counts.”She nodded, heart hammering, feeling the pull of the bond and the tug of the Winter Wraith. It wasn’t just outside anymore; it was in every shadow, every whisper, every heartbeat of the castle. It hunted, and it knew where she was.Kade’s laughter echoed from the far end of the hall. “You two are so predictable,” he hissed, stepping into the chamber with a swirl of corrupted magic around his fists. His eyes burned with envy and obsession, focused entirely on Lyra. “You think the bond protects you? You think your little Ascendant tric

The council chamber had emptied, leaving only the tension between Lyra Whitlock, Prince Rylan, and King Kade, with Queen Isolde lingering near the high dais, her expression guarded, ice-cold, and unreadable. The echoes of the Winter Wraith’s attack still lingered in the air—faint scorch marks along the walls, the lingering pulse of magic in the stone, and the very real awareness that the bond between Lyra and Rylan had shifted something ancient.Lyra pressed close to Rylan as they moved forward, hands intertwined. The prince’s golden eyes were fixed on her, pulsing with the same feral intensity that had almost consumed them both during their last encounter with the Wraith. He was protective, yes—but he was also tethered to her by something deeper, something dangerous: the Moonbound bond that neither of them fully understood, yet both felt in every nerve of their bodies.King Kade stood near the throne, black robes brushing the floor, shadowed aura thick and suffocating. His gaze was s