Alle Kapitel von Moonbound Hearts: Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

The gathering began before sunset, but the air already felt nocturnal.Silvercrest’s central grounds were lit with torches set in iron brackets, flames bending under wind that carried winter’s bite. Wolves poured into the circle from every direction: warriors, healers, hunters, mothers, and elders. No one had been forced to attend.That was what made it dangerous.They had come because curiosity had become hunger, and hunger had become expectation.Lyra stood at the edge of the circle with Ronan beside her, their shoulders almost touching. The bond between them pulsed faintly, steady but alert, as if it could sense the moment the pack’s mood might turn violent.Every eye moved toward them.Some stared openly.Others watched through lowered lashes.The rest pretended not to watch at all, but Lyra felt their attention anyway. It felt hot across her skin.The elders entered last.Elder Soren walked at the front, his pale cloak trailing behind him, his posture straight, his expression unr

The smoke hadn’t cleared by sunrise.Ash still clung to the air, coating stone pathways in gray dust, staining the compound like a scar. Wolves moved through the wreckage with frantic purpose, sorting what little remained, counting ruined supplies, and arguing over what could be salvaged.But the fire had done more than destroy food.It had ignited something inside the pack.Lyra stood near the charred storehouse remains, watching warriors pull blackened beams aside. The burned crescent claw symbol had already been carried away, but its imprint remained in every mind that had seen it.A message.A threat.A signature.Ronan stood several steps away, speaking in low tones to patrol leaders. His voice was controlled, but Lyra could sense the violence beneath his restraint, the kind that could erupt if he let it.The pack watched him, too.Not with admiration.With calculation.Elder Soren arrived midmorning, his council entourage behind him like shadows.He didn’t rush.He didn’t show g

Dawn brought no relief.It brought confirmation.The bodies of the fallen patrol wolves had not even been fully cleaned when the council summoned an emergency session. The compound smelled of blood and cold stone, and every corridor felt like a throat tightening around breath.Lyra listened to the far-off movements through the bond as she stood in the Alpha wing. Ronan had not slept. She could feel ithis focus sharp, his rage compressed into something dangerously controlled.When the council call came, it was not delivered with respect.It was delivered like a verdict.A guard arrived at the door with two council enforcers behind him."The Alpha's presence is requested by Elder Soren," the guard declared.Ronan stepped out before Lyra could speak.His posture was calm, but his eyes were dark enough to swallow light.Lyra followed.Ronan didn’t stop her.He didn’t order her back.That alone felt like a shift.As they walked toward the council hall, wolves stepped aside, watching them p

The first scream came from the northern storage line.Not the courtyard.Not the council perimeter.The supply yard.It tore through Silvercrest like a crack splitting ice, sharp, sudden, impossible to ignore. Within seconds, it was followed by another. Then another. Voices overlapped, rising in panic that carried across stone corridors and open courtyards like wildfire.Lyra was still near the central grounds when she felt it.Not just sound.Sickness.A ripple of distress moves through the bond network like poison spreading through water.She turned sharply.Ronan was already moving.Dain met him halfway, breathless. “It’s the hunting stores.”Ronan’s expression darkened instantly. “What happened?”Dain swallowed hard. “Something was introduced into the meat reserves. Wolves are collapsing.”That sentence changed everything.The courtyard's moments-ago tension, council standoff, and enforcer confrontation were instantly eclipsed by something more primal.Survival.Lyra followed them

Dawn arrived without softness.It came as a blade dragged across stone: slow, inevitable, unavoidable.Lyra felt it before she saw it: the shift in the compound’s emotional structure. The bond no longer rested quietly between moments. It trembled constantly now, reacting to every distant movement, every raised voice, every decision forming somewhere out of sight.Silvercrest was no longer one pack pretending unity.It was pressure preparing to break.She stood at the edge of the Alpha wing balcony, watching the central grounds below fill with movement. Wolves gathered in clusters that were not accidental. They formed lines without instruction, like water finding separate channels after a dam weakens.Two currents.One direction.Then another.Ronan was already below.So was Soren.And between them, the space felt thinner than air.Lyra descended the stone steps carefully, every footfall echoing louder than it should have. Guards avoided her gaze. Some looked uncertain. Others looked r