All Chapters of Whispers Beneath The Silver Moon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

(Isla’s POV)The sound of Rowan’s car engine shutting off echoed faintly through the night.I stood in the middle of his bedroom suitcase zipped, heart unnervingly steady.Three years ago, I would have panicked.Tonight, I felt something colder.Clarity.Footsteps entered the house. His low murmur greeting Mrs. Calloway. The familiar rhythm of his stride taking the stairs two at a time.He was in a good mood.That realization cut deeper than anything.The bedroom door pushed open.“Isla?” Rowan’s voice carried warmth. “Why are the lights off? I thought you’d be asleep.”He stopped when he saw the suitcase beside me.Silence fell fast and heavy.“What’s this?” he asked lightly, like it was harmless.“I’m leaving.”No tremor. No tears.Just truth.“Leaving where?”“Home.”His brows pulled together. “You are home.”Those words might have softened me yesterday.“No,” I said gently. “I was staying.”He stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him. His presence still filled the

(Rowan’s POV)The first thing I felt was anger.The second was worse.Panic.My Beta, Lucian, stood across my desk wearing the careful expression he reserved for disasters.“Say it again,” I told him.Lucian inhaled slowly. “Alpha Blackwood arrived at Crescent Valley yesterday evening. There are strong rumors of a formal engagement announcement within the week.”Engagement.The word sounded wrong next to Isla’s name.“No,” I said, quieter this time.Lucian didn’t argue.The mate bond pulsed sharply in my chest not severed, not fading.But stretched.As if distance were pulling it thin.“She left in the middle of the night?” Lucian asked.“Yes.”“And you didn’t stop her?”The question felt like judgment.“She needed space.”Even I heard how weak that sounded.Lucian studied me. “Or you needed time.”I shot him a look.He didn’t flinch.“You told me Seraphina’s return confused you. You said you needed to figure things out.”“I was being responsible.”“Were you?”The room felt smaller.T

(Isla’s POV)The morning in Crescent Valley felt heavier than usual. Frost clung to the valley trees like silent witnesses, and the wind carried whispers I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. Lyra stirred beneath my skin, uneasy. He’s close. You feel it.I did. Rowan’s presence lingered across the distance, even though he had left the night before, stepping back into shadows I couldn’t reach. But the bond, the pulse, the ache didn’t lie. It throbbed, raw and impatient, a tether I couldn’t ignore.Adrian Blackwood moved through the estate with his usual precision. Every step measured, every glance deliberate. And yet, even as I tried to focus on him, my thoughts kept drifting. Rowan. Rowan. Rowan.Father had summoned me to the strategy room for the morning briefing. The elders and pack leaders waited, faces grave, their eyes flicking toward me like I was both the answer and the question. Adrian stood at the far end, leaning slightly over a map, reading it like he already owned it.“Isla,” Fa