All Chapters of Moon bound to the ruthless alpha: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Kaels pov The problem was simple.I had no idea how to get to Hollowfang.I stared at the map spread across my desk, searching the northern territories for something that wasn’t there. A road. A border. A forgotten trail. Anything that could point us in the right direction.But, Hollowfang wasn’t marked on any of the maps I had.That shouldn’t have been possible.Every known territory had borders, roads, settlements—something. But Hollowfang seemed to exist beyond all of them, spoken about in whispers but never placed anywhere anyone could easily find.And I’d just told Anna we’d go there.I dragged a hand over my face.She wanted answers, and I couldn’t give them to her. Not yet.I traced my finger across the northern territories, studying every route that might lead farther beyond the lands we knew. The main roads were useless. They were too heavily traveled, and we’d risk being noticed long before we got anywhere close.But I didn’t even know if Hollowfang could be reached from the n

Kaels pov It was the second day of our journey already and the roads had disappeared completely.We had left the main northern path hours ago, following an old trail that barely deserved to be called a trail. Thick trees surrounded us on both sides, their branches stretching across the narrow path and forcing us to slow our horses every few minutes.The farther we went, the quieter everything became.Even the usual sounds of the forest seemed distant.With no birds and barely any insects.Just the sound of hooves hitting the damp ground and the occasional rustle of leaves whenever the wind passed through the trees.Desmond rode ahead with two of the warriors, while Eric stayed closer to me. None of us had said much in the last hour.Every few minutes, one of us had to stop and check the map again, making sure we hadn’t taken the wrong turn.Eventually, the trees began to thin out, and then we saw the first village.Calling it a village was generous.There were only a handful of old house

The journey back had been quieter than the one that took us into the northern territory. No one had much energy left for conversation. The attack on Vorkan's rogues had taken more out of us than I cared to admit, and the condition of the men riding behind me made that obvious.Several warriors had injuries that needed immediate attention. Some had blood dried across their clothes, while others were holding onto arms or shoulders that had taken the worst of the fight. Eric had a cut along his forehead and another across his arm, but thankfully neither looked serious. but Desmond was in worse shape.His shirt was torn in several places, and blood had soaked through the fabric around his side. One of his arms was bruised badly, and every now and then, I noticed the way his body stiffened whenever his horse moved too quickly beneath him.I had come out of the fight without a single scratch but I didn't consider that unusual. I had been more focused on making sure my men made it back alive

The next morning, I headed to the kitchen early, hoping to get breakfast ready before Desmond was awake and Grams becky was already there, moving around the stove as she prepared breakfast for the pack. The warm smell of food filled the kitchen, making the room feel comfortable despite how early it was.“Good morning,” I greeted as I walked in.She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Good morning, sweetheart. You’re up early.”“I need you to help me prepare something healthy.”Her eyebrow lifted. “For you?”I shook my head. “For Desmond.”A mischievous smile slowly spread across her face.“He’s injured, Grands. I just want to make sure he gets something proper to eat.”“I didn’t say anything.”“You didn’t have to.”She chuckled, turning back to the stove. “Come here, then. Let’s see what we can put together.”I moved closer as she began putting together a tray. I didn’t want anything too heavy, especially with the injuries he was still recovering from. Something filling but easy en

Anna’s pov :The Road to HollowfangKael had kept his promise for almost two weeks since the moment he returned from the first investigation, he had thrown himself into preparing for our journey to Hollowfang, and it seemed as though he had decided that sleep was the only thing he could afford to sacrifice without consequence. He traveled to neighboring territories, met with old allies, spoke to people who had spent years studying ancient magic, and searched through records that most wolves had probably forgotten existed. Sometimes, he left before sunrise and returned late the following night. Other times, he was gone for two days, and by the time I woke up on the third morning, he would already be back, speaking with Jason or Desmond in his office before disappearing again.Every time he returned, he brought something with him.A name someone had mentioned in passing. A map copied from an old archive. A piece of information that seemed unimportant on its own but might become useful o