All Chapters of Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Jareth crosses his arms, stepping into my line of sight. “If we wait here, he gets the upper hand. If we move first, we at least stand a chance of controlling the fight.”“It’s suicide!” I yell. “How do none of you understand? He’s not like the rogue wolves we've faced. He’s been hurting people for centuries. He’s patient. He’s smart. He’s—”“Precisely why we cannot sit here and wait for him to choose his next target,” Anya interrupts. “He’s already deciding which village burns next, which innocents die, and when he'll step back into this very bedroom. If we use my tracking spell, we seize the initiative.”I look between Jareth and Theron, my heart sinking as I realize I’ve already lost this argument. I know they aren’t acting out of blind rage, but that only makes my words feel useless. I’m terrified. I still remember the danger I felt when Zhodin stood in this room, and I wish they would listen to me.Theron takes my hand, brushing his thumb over my knuckles. “You will never be ful

TheronShit.All I feel is pain—white-hot and burning. It radiates from my shoulder and spreads through every inch of my body. My head throbs like someone split it open with an axe, and that isn’t even the worst of it.Thick red vines hold me suspended against the rough bark of a massive tree. Blood trickles down my forehead and into my eyes, turning everything blurry and red.I try to move my arms to shake the ringing out of my ears, but my wrists are locked tight. Whatever these vines are made of, they’re nearly impossible to break.To make things worse, the vines are wrapped around my chest and thighs, holding me up vertically. There is silver in them. I can't see it, but I can feel it burning. This isn't cheap silver for normal wolves either; it is made specifically for Lycans.Blood drips from my jaw, tracing a warm, sticky path down my neck. My left shoulder screams in agony, hanging at a sickening angle.‘Grimm,’ I call out, searching for my Lycan in my mind. ‘Grimm, wake up.’

Theron How long have I been here? A day? Two? Fuck, I can’t even think straight with these bindings constantly burning my wrists, eating into my skin and making me bleed. I’ve already lost too much blood, and it’s bad because I’m not healing properly. I need to get out of here. Find Anya and Jareth, then get us all out of here. Every time I test the strength of these binds, they tighten even more. Grimm scoffs. ‘Maybe it’s because you’re just a weak son of a—’ ‘Shut up!’ I yell back at him. ‘You’re supposed to heal us, but you’re as good as dead right now. Until you’re done acting like a newborn pup and get strong enough to break us out, I suggest you don’t push my buttons.’ ‘Or what? You’ll punch me?’ he snorts. My shoulder still throbs from when I forced it back into place earlier. Someone came in a while ago—a boy in his teens—to drop off some water. That cup is still sitting on the table in front of me. One look at the ring on my finger, and he was either too scar

Anya"Come on," I press both of my hands onto Jareth’s chest. “Work with me, please.”I close my eyes, pulling every single ounce of focus I have left into my core. Feeling the heat of the restoration spell humming against my skin, I push it forward, forcing the magic into his body.I’ve been doing this since the night they dragged us down here. Healing has never been my strong suit. I know a lot about reversing spells, but this poison isn’t magical, I can’t do anything to stop it.But I also can’t give up on him. I have to try. The light coming from under my palms sparks and instantly dies.A sob breaks from my throat. I slam my hands back down on his collarbone and chant the words again. My voice echoes off the moonlit walls of the prison, sounding wet from all my crying.Jareth lets out a painful whimper, his body shifting restlessly on the dirt floor. He shifts back into his human form, and I know it’s because his Lycan is too weak to remain shifted.He isn’t regenerating. If he c

ZephyraTwo days have passed since Theron left, and it feels like my entire world has ground to a halt.I can’t shake the nagging feeling that something is still terribly wrong.My fingers keep drifting to the bruises around my neck where Zhodin grabbed me. They don’t hurt anymore. If anything, they feel strangely warm against my cold fingertips.I keep trying to convince myself it's just a sign of healing, even though deep down, I feel the exact opposite.Khaisha has been doing everything she can to keep me occupied. We’ve stayed in her quarters since I first sensed Theron was in danger, and right now we’re packing separate baskets with food and essentials for the families affected by Stoneheart’s latest attack.The servants could easily handle this, but I practically begged to help. I needed to keep my hands busy before my own thoughts drove me insane.“Still thinking about him?” Khaisha asks, wrapping a warm loaf of bread in a clean towel to trap the heat. Exhaustion lines her eyes