All Chapters of Moonbound Hearts: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The documents remained spread across Tobias’s table like an open wound.Lyra stood over them, arms crossed tightly, her mind racing as if it couldn’t find solid ground. The lantern light flickered, casting shadows over the inked names and dates, making the records look alive, like they were whispering.Tobias didn’t move for a long time.He simply stared.His eyes followed the pattern Lyra had drawn, tracing the repeated border points, the missing wolves, the erased details. The longer he looked, the more his face hardened, as if he were watching history reveal its teeth.Lyra broke the silence first. “So it wasn’t just Morrigan.”Tobias’s fingers tightened around the edge of a parchment. “No.”The answer was quiet, but it hit like a hammer.Lyra’s stomach twisted. “Then who?”Tobias lifted his eyes slowly. In the dim light, he looked older than Lyra had ever seen him, as if the weight of what he knew had finally settled onto his bones.“There are names in Silvercrest,” he said, “that

The council meeting wasn’t announced.It didn’t need to be.Silvercrest had begun operating on tension alone; every wolf felt when the elders were gathering, when decisions were being made behind stone walls and polite voices. The air thickened with it, as if the pack itself held its breath.Ronan entered the council hall with his shoulders rigid and his expression carved from restraint.He had not slept properly in days.The mate bond tugged at him like a constant ache, a quiet demand beneath his ribs that grew louder with every hour he spent away from Lyra. Even when he forced himself to focus on patrol numbers and border disputes, his wolf remained restless, circling one thought like prey.Mine.He hated that word.Not because it was wrong.Because it was dangerous.The elders sat in a semicircle, faces calm, their eyes too sharp. Morrigan stood near them, hands folded, posture graceful. She looked like loyalty made flesh, the perfect Beta, the perfect voice of reason.Ronan knew b

The injured scouts returned at dusk.Lyra heard the commotion before she saw it: the frantic footsteps, the sharp calls for healers, and the panicked rise of voices that usually stayed controlled within Silvercrest. Wolves flooded the central clearing, drawn by instinct and fear.Lyra stepped out of her cabin just as two warriors carried a third between them.Blood soaked through the scout’s shirt, dark and thick. His hair was sweat-matted, and his head hung forward. His breathing was shallow, broken, as if each inhale were a battle he were losing.Behind him came three more scouts, limping, faces pale, arms wrapped in torn cloth. One clutched his side so tightly his fingers were red.The sight made Lyra’s stomach twist.This wasn’t a skirmish.This was another deliberate wound carved into the pack.The moment the scouts were lowered near the healer’s lodge, the pack began murmuring. Wolves pressed closer, eyes wide, nostrils flaring at the scent of blood.Lyra felt the tension shift

Lyra didn’t sleep.The confinement order kept her inside her cabin, but it wasn’t the locked door that made her restless. It was the knowledge pressing against her ribs, heavy as stone.The pack wasn’t afraid of her power.They were afraid of what her existence meant.When Tobias returned just before dawn, Lyra was already dressed. Her cloak hung over her shoulders, her hair tied back, her eyes sharp with exhaustion and determination.Tobias paused when he saw her standing near the door.“You’re not supposed to leave,” he said quietly.Lyra’s lips tightened. “I’m not supposed to be alive either, if their history has anything to say about it.”Tobias’s gaze flicked toward the window, checking the outside. “The guards are distracted. Ronan ordered the patrol rotation changed last night.”Lyra’s eyes narrowed. “To protect me?”Tobias didn’t answer directly. “It gives us a gap.”Lyra stepped closer. “Then use it.”Tobias exhaled once and motioned for her to follow. They slipped out throug

The chant still echoed in Lyra’s head long after the gathering ended.Even when the clearing emptied, even when the torches dimmed and wolves returned to their cabins, the sound followed her like a shadow that refused to loosen its grip.Moon Trial.Moon Trial.It had not sounded like fear.It had sounded like hunger.Lyra was escorted back to her cabin under heavier watch than before. Four scouts this time, not three. Their steps were synchronized, their eyes forward, their hands close to weapons they pretended they didn’t plan to use.The air around the settlement had shifted.Not into tension.Into certainty.Lyra walked without speaking, her cloak brushing against the cold evening wind. She kept her face calm, but inside, her wolf paced like a trapped storm.The pack had made her a story.And stories always demanded an ending.When the cabin door closed behind her, the silence felt louder than the crowd.Lyra paced once, then stopped near the small table by the window. She stared