All Chapters of Curse of the Moon's Bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I woke with his voice still in my chest.I love you.It didn't feel like a dream. It wasn't fleeting or fragile the way hope used to be. It sat there, warm and steady, like something that had always belonged and had finally found its place.For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting it settle into me.Then I turned my head.The carved wolf rested on the windowsill, where it always did. Morning light spilled over it, catching in the grooves of its shape, softening the sharp lines. I pushed myself up and crossed the room, fingers brushing over the worn wood.It grounded me. Reminded me. Of everything we'd survived. Everything we'd chosen.I dressed quickly, the quiet of the pack house wrapping around me as I stepped into the corridor. It felt different now – not just calm, but lighter. Wolves moved through the halls without that underlying tension, without the constant edge of waiting for something to go wrong.A few nodded as I passed. Not wary. Not distant. Just n

Morning came the way it had been coming lately – quiet, steady, unhurried.I woke to sunlight spilling across the floor, soft and golden, like it had nowhere else to be. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the distant hum of the pack house waking up. No alarms. No tension coiled under my skin. Just life.I turned my head. The carved wolf sat on the windowsill, exactly where I'd left it. The light caught along its edges, warming the worn wood. I reached out, brushing my fingers over it, grounding myself in the simple, familiar touch.Then I got up and dressed.The corridors were already alive, but it was a different kind of movement now. Wolves spoke in low voices, some laughing, others carrying out their usual tasks. A few greeted me as I passed – not cautiously, not out of obligation. Genuinely.It still caught me off guard sometimes.I followed the scent of food toward the main hall and paused when I saw Kael already there, seated at one of the long tables with a plate in f

Morning came the way it always did now – quiet, steady, unhurried.Sunlight slipped through the window, pooling across the floor and catching on the carved wolf where it sat on the sill. I reached for it without thinking, brushing my thumb over the smooth wood before setting it back in place. A habit now. A small anchor.Downstairs, the main hall buzzed with the soft rhythm of routine – plates clinking, low voices, the scrape of chairs. It felt normal.That was still new enough to notice.I had just reached for a piece of bread when the doors slammed open.A scout stumbled in, breathless, dirt streaked across his face. The room shifted instantly – voices cutting off, bodies going still."Alpha," he gasped. "There's a group approaching the border. Maybe a dozen wolves."Kael was on his feet before the words fully landed. "Armed?"The scout shook his head. "No weapons seen. But they're not from our territory."Silence settled, thick and immediate.I met Kael's eyes across the room."We

I woke to gray light.The sky pressed low against the windows, heavy and colorless. The carved wolf sat on the sill, but even its familiar shape couldn’t chase away the chill that had settled into the room overnight.Something felt wrong.I dressed quickly and headed for the main hall. The usual morning sounds were muted—fewer voices, less laughter. Wolves ate in silence, their gazes drifting toward the windows as if expecting something to appear beyond the glass.Beside me, Grey spoke low. “It’s too quiet.”Before I could answer, Kael entered.His face was grim. The room stilled instantly.“A scout just returned,” he said. “There’s a large group of rogues gathering near the old mine. Fifty. Maybe more.”My blood turned to ice.“Are they coming here?” I asked.“Not yet,” Kael said. “But they’re close. And they know we’re here.”The silence that followed was worse than any shout.I met his eyes across the room. “Then we prepare.”---The council chamber felt like a battlefield before a

Pain pulsed through my arm in sharp, hot waves as Kael tightened the strip of cloth around the wound.I hissed through my teeth.“Hold still,” he muttered.“I am holding still.”“You call this still?”Despite everything – the screams in the distance, the metallic scent of blood, the exhaustion trembling in my bones – a weak laugh almost escaped me.Almost.Kael tied the bandage hard enough to stop the bleeding, then pressed his palm briefly against my wrist. His hands were stained red. Some of it was mine. Most of it wasn't.“You shouldn't have run off alone,” he said quietly.I looked toward the pack house. The doors remained shut. No smoke. No shattered windows. Safe.“I couldn't let him reach them.”His jaw tightened. He followed my gaze.“They're safe,” I added.Around us, the battle still roared. Steel clashed. Wolves shouted. Somewhere deeper in the trees, someone screamed.Kael rose first, then offered me his hand.“Can you still fight?”I flexed my fingers. Pain shot up my arm