Alle Kapitel von Moonbound Hearts: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 116

Lyra didn’t move.She pressed her back against the tunnel wall, breath shallow, body rigid with the instinct to vanish. The chanting drifted through the stone corridor like smoke, low and steady, threaded with something that felt older than language.Not worship.Ownership.Her aura pulsed faintly beneath her ribs, reacting to the sound as if the walls themselves were warning her to flee. She forced it down with slow breathing, just like Ronan had taught her during training.In.Hold.Out.Control.The chant continued.Lyra crept forward, barefoot against the cold floor, each step careful enough to avoid the slightest scrape. The corridor curved and narrowed until it opened into a wider space, where a carved archway framed the chamber beyond.She stopped just before the opening.A stone panel half-covered the entrance, leaving a narrow gap wide enough to see through if she angled herself correctly.Lyra leaned closer.The chamber beyond was lit by torchlight that burned blue instead o

Ronan waited until the compound slept.Not truly slept, Silvercrest didn’t know how anymore, but the halls were quiet enough that footsteps echoed, and even whispers carried too far. Only then did he move.Lyra followed him through the Alpha wing, past the carved doors reserved for leadership bloodlines. She had walked these corridors before, but always under guard, always watched, and always reminded that she didn’t belong.Tonight, Ronan didn’t assign her a guard.He was her guard.They passed a locked stairwell that led deeper into the mountain side of the compound. Ronan paused at the base of it, listening for several long breaths. His posture was relaxed, but Lyra could sense the readiness beneath it, like his wolf was coiled under his skin.Then he reached into his cloak and pulled out a metal key.Not iron.Not silver.Blackened steel, etched with symbols that looked older than the council hall itself.Lyra stared at it. “Where did you get that?”Ronan didn’t look at her. “From

The truth should have felt like relief.It should have felt like clarity, like a lantern finally lifted inside a dark room.Instead, it felt like grief.Lyra stood in the restricted archive chamber long after she stopped reading, staring at the scrolls as if the words might rearrange themselves into something less cruel.Moon Trials were never meant to kill.They were meant to protect.That revelation didn’t heal her anger; it sharpened it.Ronan gathered the documents carefully, rolling each parchment back into its binding cloth with deliberate precision. He didn’t treat them like paper.He treated them like weapons.Lyra watched him, her chest tight, her aura still humming faintly with recognition.“We need Tobias,” she said.Ronan’s eyes flicked toward her. “I already sent for him.”Lyra’s brows lifted. “When?”Ronan didn’t answer directly. “Before we came down here.”Of course he had.Even in secrecy, he moved ahead.That knowledge stirred something uneasy in Lyra, admiration tang