Semua Bab Moonbound Hearts: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The elders began chanting.It wasn’t loud at first. It started like a low murmur that rolled across the clearing, deep voices layered over one another until the sound became something physical. The words were ancient, not spoken in daily speech, shaped like ritual rather than meaning.Lyra felt the effect immediately.The air thickened.Not with smoke.With pressure.It pressed against her lungs as if the atmosphere itself had decided she no longer deserved full breath. The symbols beneath her boots seemed to drink in the chanting, the carved grooves holding sound like veins holding blood.Torches flared brighter, then dimmed, flickering in an unnatural rhythm.The stone ring tightened around her presence.Lyra kept her gaze forward, refusing to show the tremor crawling up her spine.Her wolf paced inside her skin, snarling at the confinement.She forced herself to inhale slowly.In.Hold.Out.Tobias’s technique.She clung to it like a lifeline.The elders circled the outer edge of t

Tobias’s shout tore through the clearing like a spear.For a heartbeat, the entire ritual ground froze.The elders’ chanting faltered. The pack’s voices died mid-breath. Even the torches seemed to flicker uncertainly, their flames bending as if the air itself had been startled.Lyra stood inside the circle, chest heaving, the pressure still pressing against her ribs. Her aura trembled at the edge of control, reacting not only to the ritual but also to Tobias’s sudden defiance.Tobias stepped forward again.The guards beside him reached out, but he shook them off with a sharp movement that surprised even them. His eyes were blazing, fixed on the stone circle like it was a crime scene.“This isn’t a trial; this is a slaughter!” Tobias repeated, louder.Gasps rippled through the crowd.Some wolves looked confused.Others looked furious.Morrigan turned slowly, her expression still calm, but her eyes sharpened with irritation.Elder Soren lifted his staff. “Tobias,” he warned, voice low.

The ritual ground did not recover from Elder Soren’s threat.Silence hung over the clearing like fog, thick and suffocating. Wolves stood frozen, uncertain whether to obey their Alpha or the council that had ruled behind every tradition for generations.Lyra remained inside the circle of stone, her boots planted carefully, avoiding the hidden silver-thread chain beneath the carvings. Her aura trembled, not from weakness, but from restraint so tight it hurt.Ronan stood at the edge of the ring, posture rigid, dominance still pressing outward like an invisible force. His eyes were locked on the elders, jaw clenched, shoulders tense as if his wolf were one breath away from shifting.Morrigan’s calm had not broken.Yet Lyra could see the tension behind her eyes, the sharp calculation of a wolf forced to improvise.Elder Mavis stepped forward again, voice sharp. “Alpha Ronan, you have spoken treason against sacred law.”Ronan’s gaze didn’t flicker. “I have spoken truth.”Elder Soren lifted

The scout’s words didn’t fade.They stayed suspended in the air like a curse spoken aloud.She wanted wolves to die.For a moment, even the wind seemed to hesitate. Torches flickered uncertainly, flames bending as if the night itself had shifted its loyalty.Lyra stood inside the stone circle, pulse hammering, the ritual pressure still clamped around her lungs. The markings beneath her boots vibrated faintly, responding to the chaos like a living thing feeding on panic.Outside the ring, the pack erupted.Not in unified anger.In fractured confusion.Voices collided.“Liar!”He doesn't understand what he's saying, and he is bleeding out!“She would never sabotage patrols!”“I saw her seal on the patrol scrolls!”“Three wolves died!”“Shut up!”The clearing became a storm of accusation, grief, denial, and fear.Elder Soren stepped forward, staff raised, his face twisted with fury. “This is an outrage,” he shouted. "Council authority won't be tarnished by a wounded wolf's delirium!"Eld

The spear cut through torchlight like a falling star.Silver gleamed along its length, sharp enough to split flesh, bright enough to blind. It spun through the air with brutal purpose, aimed straight for Lyra’s chest.For a heartbeat, Lyra couldn’t move.Pain still burned through her ankle where the hidden chain had sliced deep. Her body was half-kneeling, trapped between the stone circle’s curse and the scouts closing in.The altered markings beneath her feet pulsed violently, feeding on fear, feeding on panic, feeding on every breath she couldn’t steady.Lyra’s eyes widened.The spear was too fast.Too close.Then Tobias moved.He didn’t hesitate.He didn’t calculate.He didn’t think of his age, his injuries, or the council’s wrath.He threw himself forward with a broken shout, arms outstretched, body twisting to block the strike.Lyra’s throat tightened.“Tobias!”The spear hit flesh.A sickening sound tore through the clearing, louder than any scream.Tobias jerked as the silver p