Lahat ng Kabanata ng MOONBOUND OATH : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

POV: LenaThe warehouse smelled of iron and smoke.I stepped inside, every nerve screaming. Wolves moved around with precision, silent as shadows. My brother’s faction had numbers. They had control. And they had him the man I had loved, feared, mourned, and still couldn’t forget alive in the flesh.He stood at the center, tall, rigid, eyes burning like coals in a dark room. Not angry. Not sad. Not even pleading. Just… waiting.“I wondered how long it would take you to walk in,” he said, voice calm, but every syllable carried weight.I didn’t move.“Do you trust me?” he asked.I laughed, bitter and low. “I don’t trust anyone anymore.”A flicker of something pain, maybe crossed his face, but he didn’t show it for long. “You don’t have to,” he said. “Not yet. But you will understand.”I felt my wolf stir under my skin. A warning. A tremor of instinct telling me he wasn’t just my brother anymore he was something else. Something bigger. Dangerous.“Why am I here?” I asked, voice shaking ev

POV: RafeThe city smelled like tension, metal, and fear.Every street, every alley, every rooftop whispered of impending violence. Packs were mobilizing, claws unsheathed, teeth bared. But this wasn’t chaos yet. Not fully. Not until I made the first move.I stood on the edge of the Volkov compound, watching the northern docks territory of Dragomir’s remnants. They thought they had time. They thought the truce held. They were wrong.My wolf thrummed beneath my skin, warning, urging, restless. But I didn’t care. Not tonight.“They have to understand,” I muttered, voice low, dangerous. “They think they can wait. They think fear alone will control them.”A dozen enforcers flanked me, silent, lethal, ready. We didn’t move until I gave the word.My hands tightened on the metal railing. I could feel every heartbeat in the street below. The distant lights flickered across containers, revealing figures shifting, unaware, unprepared.I thought of Lena.Her choice. Her absence. My world without

POV: LenaThe city was burning.Smoke clawed at the sky, thick and choking. Flames danced along alleyways, licking at buildings that had once been home to innocents, to memories, to a life I barely remembered. Wolves ran like shadows, snarling, leaping, tearing. Chaos was no longer a warning it was the world we were trapped in.My hands were slick with blood, my lungs screamed with every breath. My wolf thrummed beneath my skin, fierce, wild, ready to explode. But I forced it down, every instinct screaming at me to shift and tear, claw and rip.I had a mission.To stop him.Viktor. My brother. My blood. My nightmare.He moved through the streets like a storm made flesh, every wolf around him an extension of his wrath. I caught sight of his eyes ice sharp, unflinching, unmoving and felt bile rise in my throat. He wasn’t my brother anymore. Not fully. He was a weapon, a tide of destruction that could drown everything I loved.“Lena!” Rafe’s voice cut through the screams.I turned, catch

POV: LenaThe city’s heart had turned black with smoke. Flames licked the skyline, and the wails of wolves and humans alike echoed through every shattered street. My hands were raw, nails broken from clawing through debris, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.And then I saw him. Viktor. My brother. Towering, teeth bared, wolf energy pulsing off him in violent waves. Every move he made screamed power and rage, and the air around him crackled with destruction.Rafe stood in the center of it, alone, fists clenched, eyes narrowed, his wolf nearly surfacing in the tension between us. Every step he took radiated control, authority, dominance. Yet even I could sense the strain every second, he fought not just Viktor, but the temptation to shift fully, to tear my brother apart before he could kill more innocents.My wolf snarled beneath my skin. Heart hammering, adrenaline screaming, instinct overriding fear. I didn’t hesitate. I leapt.The moment I shifted, the world sharpened. My teeth elongated

POV: LenaThe city felt wrong. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your chest and makes every heartbeat sound like a warning. Smoke still rose from the ruins of buildings, curling through the shattered skyline like black fingers. The smell of fire mixed with blood and ash lingered, settling into every crack in the street, clinging to my clothes, my hair, my skin.I walked through the debris, boots crunching over glass and stone, wolf instincts always on edge. Even though the uprising was over, the adrenaline hadn’t left my veins. Every shadow could hide a threat. Every noise could be the herald of a new battle. I felt Rafe’s presence behind me, solid and steady, and even that didn’t calm the tension. Not yet.We emerged into the central plaza, where the council and surviving pack members had gathered. Wolves shifted uneasily, tails low, ears twitching, teeth bared not in aggression, but in nervous awareness. We all knew the fragility of the peace that had been forced upo