บททั้งหมดของ Moonbound Hearts: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Night settled over Silvercrest like a lid placed on a boiling pot.After the council’s decree, the compound no longer belonged to Ronan in any visible way. Council guards patrolled corridors that had once been cleared when he passed. Supply rooms were locked. The healer lodge had watchers stationed at its doors. Even the Alpha wing felt invaded, not by footsteps, but by the presence of eyes lingering too long, ears listening too closely.Lyra sat in Ronan’s quarters, wrapped in a cloak that still carried dust from tunnels and cold from forest trails. The room smelled of himpine, iron, and smoke.It should have felt safe.Instead, it felt like a den surrounded by traps.Ronan stood near the window, staring out into the courtyard where council guards rotated shifts beneath torchlight. His posture was rigid and controlled, but Lyra could feel the tension inside him like a coiled wire.He had been stripped of authority in front of his pack.And he had not retaliated.Not yet.That restrai

The hidden chamber beneath Silvercrest no longer felt like a refuge.It felt like preparation for a siege.Torchlight flickered across damp stone walls, throwing restless shadows over maps spread across a massive wooden table dragged into the center of the room. Old tunnel routes had been marked in charcoal. Supply counts were written beside names. Guard rotations, hidden exits, food reserves, healer stations, everything had become strategy.Everything had become survival.Lyra stood near the chamber entrance, watching wolves move through the underground room with grim purpose. Dain argued quietly with two scouts near the western map. Tobias sorted through old archive pages beside stacked crates of dried meat and water skins.Nobody laughed anymore.Nobody wasted movement.The council had turned Silvercrest into occupied territory, and Ronan had answered by turning resistance into structure.Ronan stood at the head of the table, palms braced against wood, shoulders rigid beneath dark

The forest beyond Silvercrest had become a place of omens.Nothing moved naturally anymore.Every snapped branch sounded deliberate. Every distant howl carried a warning instead of instinct. Even the wind felt sharpened, gliding through the trees with the quiet tension of something listening.Lyra stood near the northern boundary ridge, staring through the dense wall of pines stretching beyond pack territory. Twilight bled slowly across the sky, turning snow silver-blue beneath fading light.She should have been inside the tunnels with Ronan and the others.Planning.Preparing.Instead, something had dragged her here.Not physically.The bond.No, something deeper than the bond.A pull beneath her skin that felt ancient and wrong.Her aura stirred uneasily, reacting to the forest around her in restless waves. Since discovering the burial ground, her senses had changed again. Emotions no longer simply brushed against her awareness.Now they echoed.And somewhere beyond the ridge, somet

The kneeling wolf changed everything.Silence consumed the central grounds after he lowered himself before Lyra. Not fearful silence this time.Shaken silence.The kind born when old beliefs cracked loudly enough for everyone to hear.The young warrior’s head remained bowed, chest rising unevenly as though he had just fought against invisible restraints and barely survived them. Around him, wolves stared in disbelief.No one in Silvercrest knelt outside the council's authority.Not publicly.Not willingly.Elder Soren’s face twisted with fury.“Stand up!” he barked.The command lashed across the courtyard sharply.The kneeling wolf flinched.But he did not move.Lyra felt the moment ripple outward through the pack like fractures racing beneath ice.Doubt.Real doubt.Not whispered privately in tunnels or hidden chambers.Visible.Alive.Ronan stepped closer beside her, his posture calm yet dangerous. His dominance remained controlled, but every wolf present could feel the threat benea

Most strangely, the compound fell silent.Not peaceful.Not calm.Just hushed, as if Silvercrest itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next scream to tear through stone corridors and forest air.The council guards remained stationed at key structures, but their posture had shifted. Their confidence was gone. Even their eyes avoided direct contact with Ronan’s loyalists now, as though they feared being recognized as enemies when the night finally turned red.Lyra returned to the Alpha quarters long after sunset, her cloak damp with mist, her hair carrying the scent of pine needles and cold earth. The corridor outside the room was empty, but she still felt watched. Morrigan’s message had poisoned the air weeks ago, and the feeling had never left.A cage built from fear didn’t need bars.It only needed expectation.Inside the quarters, the hearth fire burned low. Shadows moved across stone walls like restless spirits. The room smelled of smoke and herbs and something sharper, bl