Lahat ng Kabanata ng MOONHAVEN CHRONICLES: The Captive mate : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Then he took a deep breath, physically forcing himself to calm down. “Explain.”I swallow.“I didn’t break in,” I say quickly. “Not exactly. It was a layered concealment field. It responds to magic. I studied it… countered it… and it accepted me.” It burned though. Like cold iron under my skin. I wasn’t sure I’d make it back out. But I can’t tell Tyson this. He is already angry that I put myself at risk. Guilt twisted inside of me, because i can imagine what he went through when he thought something bad must have happened to me. But I honestly can’t fold my hands and do nothing. MoonHaven is in my home, and as Luna, I refuse to let my people continue to be vulnerable just because we can’t locate our enemies’ camp.The room goes still again.Tyson’s voice drops dangerously. “It accepted you.”I nod once. “Yes.”A long pause, then he steps closer.Slowly. Carefully, like he’s recalibrating everything he thought he knew about me.“You walked into a witch-guarded rogue fortress,” he says

After I tell them everything I know, I don’t stay to watch the weight of it settle on their shoulders.I leave.The war room feels too heavy, too suffocating, so I head back to the kitchen instead, back to something normal, something I can control. The familiar rhythm of chopping, stirring, directing others helps quiet my mind.But they’re still there.Hours later, when I return with food, Tyson and his men haven’t moved. Maps still spread. Voices still low. Eyes still sharp with focus and exhaustion.I understand what I’ve given them the location of an enemy that has remained hidden for years. For the first time, MoonHaven has the chance to strike first instead of waiting to be attacked. But even opportunities like this can wait a few hours. They need food. They need sleep.Something in me tightens.“That’s enough,” I say, my voice cutting through the room before I can soften it. “You need to eat.”Tyson doesn’t even look up at first.Typical.I step closer, my gaze hardening. “That

The days leading up to the battle blur into one another until I almost lose track of time.The entire fortress changes.MoonHaven no longer feels like a home. It becomes a weapon.From the moment the sun rises until long after darkness swallows the sky, every warrior trains as though tomorrow depends on it.Because it does.The clang of steel replaces laughter.Commands echo across the training grounds from dawn until midnight. Every hallway is filled with people carrying weapons, armor, supplies, and maps.No one wastes a single second.Neither do I.Tyson refuses to let the warriors become complacent. If anything, he pushes them harder than ever.“Again!”His voice carries across the field, sharp enough to silence even the wind.A warrior crashes onto his back after Tyson disarms him in three swift movements.Before the man can catch his breath, Tyson extends a hand.“Get up.”The warrior grips it. Tyson pulls him upright.“Your enemy won’t wait for you to recover.”The man nods onc

I watch Tyson disappear back toward the command wing, the weight of tomorrow following him like a shadow.For a long moment, I remain where I am.The night air is cool against my skin, carrying the distant sounds of warriors making their final preparations. Somewhere in the fortress, armor is being polished. Somewhere else, someone is sharpening blades that will taste blood before another sunset.Tomorrow changes everything.A familiar voice breaks through my thoughts.“So…”I glance over my shoulder to find Aiden leaning casually against one of the stone pillars, his arms folded across his chest.“I was wondering if Alpha will ever leave your side for us mere mortals to talk to our Luna today.”Heat creeps into my cheeks, remembering the way Tyson was kissing me a few minutes ago and wondering if Aiden has seen the things we did.“Couldn’t help hearing our Alpha try to make you change your mind about coming to the battle with us.”A small smile tugs at his lips as he walks over.“I a

The arrow is still quivering in the earth when the second one flies.This one doesn’t land in dirt.It buries itself in the throat of the scout three lines ahead of us.He doesn’t scream.He drops.And just like that, the forest explodes.“Shields!” Tyson’s voice cracks through the trees like a whip.In one motion, MoonHaven becomes a wall.Wood and steel slam together. Arrows rain down from the canopy, black and fast, striking shields with a sound like hail on stone. Another body falls. Then another.“Forward!”Steel meets steel. Claws tear through flesh. Growls, screams, the sickening crack of bones breaking, it all blends into chaos.The battle didn’t feel like a fight, it felt like the night itself had split open.Violent.Brutal.The soldiers surged forward in a tight formation, their boots crushing the dry earth as weapons flashed under the dim light. But the rogue wolves met them head-on, faster, wilder. Their transformations were violent, bones cracking, muscles expanding, f