All Chapters of MOONBOUND OATH : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

POV: LenaThe air smelled like damp stone, rust, and something older decay buried beneath the city for decades. Lena’s boots echoed against the tunnel walls as she moved, each step careful, deliberate. Her wolf pressed close, coiled and restless, every sense screaming that danger could strike from any shadow, any corner, any crack in the concrete.Rafe led the way, shoulders tight, eyes scanning, wolf lurking beneath his skin like a predator waiting for the kill. Lena followed, heart hammering, adrenaline high. Every inch of her screamed to strike, to rip through the darkness and find the monsters hiding in it.The tunnels were narrow, twisting, a labyrinth beneath the city. Old graffiti, rusted pipes, and water stains marked the walls. But then they found it the evidence, hidden in plain sight. Crates stacked in neat rows, faded markings, barrels with tags dating back months, even years. The realization hit Lena like a punch to the gut: this had been going on for years. Not just one

POV: LenaThe city’s underbelly smelled of wet asphalt and iron. Lena crouched in the shadows, every nerve screaming, every muscle coiled. Her wolf pressed hard beneath her skin, restless, hungry, ready to break free. She could feel Rafe’s presence behind her, solid, lethal, wolf simmering just beneath the surface. Together they moved, synchronized, predator and lone wolf forced to trust each other in a way that made her stomach twist.The target was Viktor Malenkov. The man had betrayed everything the pack, the innocent wolves, her brother’s possible whereabouts. Lena’s chest burned with fury and a raw ache of grief. Her claws flexed beneath her gloves, teeth bared in silent anticipation. He’s going to pay.Rafe’s voice broke the silence. “Stay calm. Focus. We need him alive.”She swallowed hard, amber eyes narrowing. Calm. Focus. He wanted calm? Her wolf snarled, thrashing beneath her ribs, screaming at her to tear Viktor apart before he could speak another word, before another inno

POV: LenaThe nightclub emptied fast after the vanishing.No one said the word kidnap. No one said traitor.But it hung in the air anyway.Rafe didn’t waste time. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the back hallway behind the VIP lounge. The music faded behind us, replaced by the hum of old pipes and the smell of damp walls.His grip was firm. Not gentle. Not cruel. Just… solid.“I can walk,” I snapped.“I know,” he said, not looking back. “But if someone’s bold enough to take a council member from the middle of a room full of wolves, we don’t separate.”We.The word did something to my chest.The hallway narrowed until it felt like the walls were pressing in. Storage crates. Cleaning supplies. One flickering bulb overhead. Nowhere to stand without brushing against him.Rafe shut the metal door behind us.The click of the lock echoed too loud.My pulse kicked up.Too small. Too tight. Too close.He turned to face me, and suddenly there was no space. Just heat. His heat. His sce