Todos los capítulos de Bound by the Cursed Moon: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"If you shift right now, in this hall, in front of half the pack, you will prove every reason the elders have ever given me for not trusting you with command."My father said it quietly, which somehow made it worse than shouting, and I realized only then that my claws had come through, four dark points pressing into my own palms hard enough to draw blood."She has been gone four hours," I said, forcing my hands open, forcing the shift back down into skin. "Four hours, and we are still standing here talking instead of moving.""We are standing here because Sable is not back with a trail yet, and running into that forest blind gets you killed or captured, and then this pack loses both its heir and the one thread still connecting us to finding her at all." My father's voice did not rise, but something in it had gone hard as stone. "I understand what this is costing you. I am asking you to survive it long enough to actually save her.""You do not understand,"

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"You will address me with the respect owed to a Lord of this territory, boy, or you will find yourself explaining to your father why the Duskmoor pack no longer answers his summons at all."Lord Duskmoor said it from behind his desk without bothering to stand, and I had never in my life wanted so badly to let the shift take me right there in front of him.His study smelled of pipe smoke and old paper, shelves lined with ledgers that told a version of Duskmoor history far tidier than the one I had just learned it truly contained, and I found the ordinariness of the room almost obscene given what I now knew it had helped fund."I will address you however a man deserves to be addressed once I have seen proof of what my father's Enforcer already suspects," I said, forcing my voice level. "Payments to Malachi Vane, Lord Duskmoor. Weeks of them, before this treaty ever showed a single crack."His expression did not change, which told me more than any panic woul

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"Something is wrong. I felt it break for a second, just a second, like a string pulled too tight and then gone slack, and I need someone to tell me that does not mean what I think it means."I said it to Dorian in the dark at the edge of the quarry road, my hands braced against a boulder because they would not stop shaking otherwise, and he grabbed my shoulder hard enough to anchor me before I did something reckless enough to ruin the scout's careful work. The cold had gone bone deep hours ago, but it was nothing next to the ice that had spread through my chest the instant the thread went slack."Breathe," Dorian said, low and steady, the same tone he used to talk down younger scouts during their first real fight. "In through your nose. You are no good to her collapsed on a boulder.""It does not mean she is gone," he said, low and urgent. "A bond thins under stress, Kieran, it does not vanish because she is frightened or hurt. You would know if it truly

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"Six men at the front, maybe more inside, and my son is about to walk through the middle of them like the door owes him something. Somebody remind me why I agreed to this plan."My father said it under his breath as we crouched at the treeline, and even in the middle of everything, some small, distant part of me almost laughed, because it was exactly the kind of thing he would have said to my mother once, years before I was old enough to understand what that particular dry humor cost him to keep using. It was the sound of a man steadying himself the only way he knew how, and I recognized it now the way I had not recognized it as a boy.The night around us had gone utterly still, the kind of stillness that always came right before something broke it apart entirely, and I could feel every member of the small party around me holding that same stillness in their own way, coiled and waiting."Because it is the only plan we have time for," I said, and rose from

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"He is stable, but I need you to understand that stable is not the same word as safe, not with silver poisoning, and not with everything still sitting unresolved between two packs and a dead man's ashes."I woke to the healer's voice somewhere near the foot of the bed, low and clipped, speaking to my father rather than to me, and it took several long, disoriented seconds to place myself back inside the Ashveil healing wing instead of the burning lodge my mind had apparently refused to fully leave yet. Sunlight fell in a pale stripe across the wooden floor, ordinary and unbothered by everything that had happened only hours before, and for a moment the gap between that light and the memory of flame felt too wide to cross."Kieran." Rhen's voice came from beside me, and I turned my head to find her sitting close enough that our hands had somehow found each other beneath the blanket sometime while I slept. Her face was pale, shadows deep beneath her eyes, but