All Chapters of Bound moon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

The dust from the shattered cliffside hung in the air, a gritty veil between us. Lucian stood amidst the rubble, his presence so heavy it seemed to bleed the color from the night. His armor was gone, replaced by a simple, soot-stained tunic that clung to his broad, scarred chest. He looked like a man stripped of his crown, yet he had never looked more dangerous.He wasn't the feral beast from the armory. He wasn't the cold, calculating King of the cathedral. This was something else—a man who had burned his own kingdom to the ground just to stand on the ashes."You look well," he said. His voice wasn't a roar. It was smooth, conversational, and utterly terrifying. He took a step forward, his boots crunching on the stone.The Unbound warriors shifted, their blades angled to strike, but Lucian didn't even glance at them. His focus was a physical weight on my skin. He was tracking me—not with his wolf, but with the raw, possessive instinct of a man who had finally found his center."Stay

The throne room was no longer a place of pageantry; it was a command center. I sat on the obsidian chair, my fingers tracing the cold carvings of the Draven crest. Below me, the castle was a hive of frantic activity. The remnants of the Royal Guard, having witnessed the collapse of the silver-filtration systems and the submission of their King, were terrified into a fragile, hollow loyalty. They didn't serve me because they loved me; they served because they feared the silver light that now permanently hummed beneath my skin.Diacina stood at the base of the dais, her eyes scouring the reports brought in by the scouts. "Vincent’s network is unraveling, but it’s messy. He had agents embedded in every major pack from here to the coastal border. If we purge them too quickly, we risk total societal collapse. We lose the silver mines, and we lose the tax base.""Then don't purge them," I said, my voice echoing off the high, vaulted ceiling. "Re-educate them. Make them understand that their