All Chapters of Bound by the Cursed Moon: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Point of View: Rhen ThornwolfDorian's shoulder had started aching two nights before he finally admitted it to anyone, and it was Sable who told me, catching me alone in the archive wing with the particular worry she wears when she has decided something matters but has not decided how much yet, her voice pitched low as though the walls themselves might be listening."He keeps rubbing his shoulder," Sable said. "He says it feels like the bond is reaching for something. Testing whether anyone is still listening on the other end."I felt my own chest tighten at that, because I had not told anyone yet how often my dreams had sharpened these past weeks, the pull growing less like memory and more like being called by name across a crowded room, insistent in a way that no longer let me pretend it was simply imagination.I found the newly reopened archive wing full of dust and lantern light that afternoon, sleeves pushed up, sorting through ledgers nobody had touched since before either of ou

Point of View: Rhen ThornwolfI did not sleep after the council dispersed, and Kieran did not ask me to try, sitting up with me instead at the tent flap while the fire outside burned low and the treeline stood dark and unreadable beyond it, the two of us wrapped in the same blanket and the same waiting silence.The camp had gone quiet around us the way it only does in the deepest hour of night, when even the scouts on the far perimeter seemed to be holding their breath along with the rest of us, and I found myself grateful for Kieran's steady presence beside me, a warmth I did not have to ask for and would not have known how to do without."You keep looking at the same spot," he said gently."She stood there twice already," I said. "The ridge. The ceremony. I keep thinking if I watch long enough, she will simply appear, and I will finally know what I am supposed to feel when I see her properly.""What do you feel now?" he asked.I turned the question over honestly before answering, be

Point of View: Rhen Thornwolf I had never once wondered what it might feel like to be haunted by a love story that was not mine to keep. Now I knew. It felt exactly like drowning in someone else's memory, gasping for air that belonged to another woman entirely. "You are staring at me again," Wren said, and there was no accusation in it, only a tired kind of patience, the sort you learn from being watched your whole life and finally getting to watch back. "I am sorry," I said. "I keep expecting you to feel like a stranger. You do not." "That is the part I have not found words for either," she admitted. She had not moved from the log Kieran had pulled close to the fire for her, hands still curled loosely around a cup of tea she had not touched. "I remember the smell of your kennel. Wet fur and cedar shavings. I have never been within a hundred miles of it." Kieran shifted beside me, close enough that his shoulder pressed warm against mine. "What else do you carry that is not yours?"

Point of View: Rhen ThornwolfI found Dorian standing outside the healer's tent at first light, arms crossed, staring at nothing, and something in the stillness of him frightened me more than any threat we had faced since the quarry.He did not hear me approach at first, so I stopped a few paces back and watched Sable reach him before I did, her hand finding his shoulder with a certainty I envied more than I wanted to admit."You heard about the fourth binding," Sable said quietly. It was not a question."I heard about the woman who carries three months of Rhen's borrowed grief like it belongs to her," Dorian said. "The binding I am still trying to catch up to."I stepped closer then, close enough that both of them turned toward me at once, and I saw the same fear in Dorian's face that I recognized from my own mirror most mornings lately. "You are afraid it means something for us," I said. "The pairing. Not just the site."Dorian's jaw tightened, and for a moment he looked younger tha

Point of View: Rhen ThornwolfI had promised myself, after the quarry, that I would never again ask the people I loved to walk toward danger beside me without warning them fully of the cost, and yet here I was, three days later, tracing a map of land neither of our packs had ever set foot on and asking exactly that."You are quiet," Kieran said, watching me from across the table, the firelight catching the worry he had not quite managed to smooth out of his face."I am trying to decide which fear to say out loud first," I admitted. "There are too many competing for the front of the line."That earned me the ghost of a smile from him, small and tired but real. "Tell me the worst one," he said. "I would rather hear it from you than imagine it myself at three in the morning.""That I am asking everyone I love to follow me into land we do not understand, chasing a fragment we cannot even confirm is accurate," I said. "That I will lead all of you into a trap someone laid three years in adv