Alle Kapitel von Moonbound Hearts: Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

Lyra woke choking.Dust coated her tongue, her teeth, and the inside of her throat like ash forced into flesh. She coughed hard, the sound tearing out of her chest until pain flared behind her ribs.Her hands scrabbled blindly against the stone.Cold.Rough.Unforgiving.When she forced her eyes open, the world was gray and fractured. Light filtered through narrow cracks above, thin beams that barely reached the ground. Everything else was shadow and debris, a suffocating chamber made from collapsed tunnel walls and broken support slabs.Her head throbbed.Blood trickled from her temple, warm against cold dust.Lyra pushed herself up, body trembling. The tunnel around her was no longer a passage.It was a tomb that hadn’t decided whether to seal fully.Shapes moved in the dimness.Wolves.Trapped.Some lay motionless, half-buried beneath stone fragments. Others were awake, coughing, crawling, trying to shift rubble away with shaking hands.Panic spread like a fever."Help, help me!”“

Stone gave way with a scream.Not from wolves.From the earth itself, groaning under Ronan’s relentless force as he tore slab after slab away from the collapsed entrance. Dust surged upward in choking waves, coating his lashes, his skin, and his bloodied hands.But he didn’t stop.He couldn’t.Every second was counted in Lyra’s breath.Through the bond, he felt her strain like a tightening noose, her aura burning itself outward to hold cracked stone in place, her lungs fighting dust, her body refusing to collapse only because others depended on her.Ronan drove his shoulder into a broken beam, snapping it free.The opening widened.Cold air rushed downward, thin but real, like salvation delivered too late.A faint cough echoed from below.Ronan dropped to his knees and shouted into the gap.“Lyra!”Silence for a heartbeat.Then a voice, rough and distant.“Ronan… I’m here.”The sound hit him like an impact.His chest tightened so violently it almost stole his breath.He didn’t answer

The guarded room smelled of iron and ash.Not because of fire.Because fear had a scent, and it clung to stone the way blood did.Elden sat bound to a heavy chair in the center of the chamber, wrists tied with reinforced leather, ankles secured to a metal ring embedded in the floor. His face was swollen from Dain’s rough handling. One eye was half closed. His lip trembled constantly, as if his body had forgotten how to stop shaking.Two loyalists stood near the door, weapons drawn.Tobias lingered in the corner like a shadow that had learned to speak.Ronan stood at the far end of the room, silent, unmoving, arms crossed over his chest. The moonlight slipping through the narrow window caught the edge of his cheekbone, turning him into something carved rather than living.Lyra remained closer to Elden.Not out of sympathy.Out of strategy.She could feel Ronan’s rage humming beneath his skin through the bond. It was quiet, but it wasn’t contained. It pressed outward, testing limits, wa

Night returned to Silvercrest like a familiar enemy.The compound had learned to sleep with one eye open, and so had Lyra. Even the torches burned lower now, as if the flames were tired of witnessing betrayal. Shadows lingered longer in hallways. Doors creaked more softly, not from age, but from caution.Ronan stood in the war room again, his hands planted against the map table, his eyes fixed on routes that no longer felt like lines on parchment.They felt like veins.And someone had been feeding the council the pulse of his plans.Lyra remained near the wall, arms folded, watching the men Ronan had called back in.Only the closest circle.Only those who had survived every fracture with him.Dain.Kieran.Marek.Two others who had guarded Ronan since his first rise.And the messenger, a young runner named Silas, who carried notes and patrol updates between outposts.Silas stood respectfully near the doorway, head lowered, expression eager.Too eager.Lyra’s aura brushed lightly again

Silas’s sobs echoed through the trees long after Tobias had forced the cloaked runner face-first into the snow.The forest felt colder now, as if it had absorbed the confession and decided it didn’t want to carry it. Lyra stood over the trembling messenger, the vial still clenched in her hand. Dark liquid swirled inside the glass like something alive, thick and unnatural.Tobias dragged the captured runner toward them, ripping the hood back.A young male.Not older than Silas.His eyes were sharp, but his jaw trembled with fear masked as hatred.Council runner.Not an elder.A servant of their machinery.Lyra’s gaze stayed on Silas. "You claimed you had no other option."Silas choked on his own breath. “I didn’t! They bound me. They threatened my bloodline.”Tobias’s voice cut through the night. “Threats don’t make you open gates.”Silas flinched, shoulders collapsing.Lyra crouched, her aura tightening around him like an invisible rope. Not crushing, but inescapable. Her senses brush