All Chapters of Between Destiny's Chains and Moonlight (Book series): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The silence that followed the chaos was almost deafening.Dust hung in the air, settling like a heavy fog that clung to my skin and throat. The scent of blood still hung around, strong and metallic, a cruel reminder of what had just transpired. My legs wobbled beneath me, but I forced myself to stand upright and face reality. I had seen it. I couldn’t unsee it.Flesh ripping, bones cracking, fur erupting in a feral burst, Nisi, Rapha, Jace, and the rival Alpha locked in a brutal war that no human could survive.Wolves. Real wolves, I’m telling you! I wasn't crazy, I had seen the impossible.And now they stood before me, human once more, as if nothing had happened.My voice was unstable, but I pushed through the silence.“Enough. No more secrets. You owe me the truth. What are you?”Nisi’s eyes flashed with shadows still burning deep within.“Rahab…” He started, almost pleading, but it only made my chest tighten with a strange mixture of fear and anger.“Don’t,” I snapp

The first streaks of dawn were just starting to crawl across my duvet when the door clicked shut.It wasn't a loud noise, but in the dead silence of the estate, it sounded like a gunshot. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. The air in the room suddenly felt charged with that static-electricity feeling that always followed Rapha when he was pissed.I stayed still for a second, my eyes closed, trying to cling to the last remnants of the dream I’d been having, something about pine trees and blue eyes. But then I felt his gaze. It wasn't the usual warm, protective look. This was fixed. Cold."You promised," he remarked.The statement vibrating with a mix of anger and something that sounded a lot like pure heartbreak. I stirred, my heart jumping into my throat as I blinked my eyes open. Rapha was standing at the foot of the bed, his posture stiff, his face looking like it had been carved out of granite."Rapha?" I mumbled, pushing myself up on my elbows. "What’s wrong? What t

“We’re heading down to the village center first,” Nisi said, checking his big watch. “The pack needs to see you. We’re going to grab some food at The Howl, let everyone get their stare-out-of-the-way before tonight’s big ceremony. Better they see us as a team before we seal the bond.” “A meal?” I repeated, scratchy and dry. “You mean a parade. I’m the main act, right? The human girl finally got caught, so now what? A victory lap?”Nisi sighed, stepping over and tilting my chin up with two fingers.His touch was warm, but it felt like an assertion, not comfort or affection.“It’s about stability, Rahab. After yesterday at the gate, people are on edge. Rumors about Roderick are spreading fast. We show them you’re here, you’re ours, and the whispers die down. And when we do, your authority as the Luna will stand unquestioned, no one will dare to challenge it.”I wanted to tell him that his grip on my chin was exactly why I wanted to pull back, but I just n

The ocean has a weird way of washing everything clean, you know?It clears out all the noise, all the chaos, until all that’s left is the steady, hypnotic pulse of the tide. For seven days, the mountains behind us were just shadows fading into the hazy horizon, and honestly, I kind of loved it. Out here, the air smelled of salt, sun-warmed fiberglass, and something sharper, Roderick’s scent, maybe.My phone? Dead by day two.I hadn’t bothered to find a charger or even think about it.That silence? It was a luxury I hadn’t realized I needed so badly. No frantic pinging from Nisi, no bossy check-ins from Rapha, and definitely no pressure about what a ‘Luna-in-waiting’ was supposed to be doing with her afternoon.Those days blurred into something else entirely, like effortless, old-timey intimacy. We fell into a rhythm that felt like we’d been living on this boat for years. We cooked in the tiny galley, shoulders brushing, chopping and stirring, feeling like a team. Roderick was surprisi

The heavy glass doors swung open, recognizing a force that had been absent for days. It was as if the space itself shifted to accommodate her presence, giving way to something new, something fierce.Nisi and Rapha remained frozen.For eight days, they'd been like wild animals caught in silk suits, their minds a chaotic whirl of Rahab’s frantic escape and the lingering, salty scent of Roderick that clung stubbornly to the edges of the Ridge. They had prepared for anything: a tearful apology, a trembling plea for mercy, or a woman dragged back in chains by trackers.But what stood before them now was none of those things. Rahab looked different.Gone was the girl who had bolted with a lack of confidence in their relationship. She was not the one who had spent days exhausted by the expectations of the pack.No.She was calm, composed, in control.Her hair was windblown, tousled in a way that looked effortless, as if she had spent days leaning into storms and relishing every gust. Her ski