Todos los capítulos de Bound by the Cursed Moon: Capítulo 311 - Capítulo 320

Point of View: Rhen ThornwolfSable pressed a folded cloth into Dorian's hand without a word, and I understood, watching them, that some goodbyes are loudest in the moments no one says anything at all.The camp smelled of woodsmoke and wet grass, the kind of morning cold that gets into your teeth and stays there long after the sun climbs. Frost silvered the low grass at the edge of the fire pit, and somewhere behind the tents a horse stamped and blew out a long breath that hung white in the air before fading. I stood very still near the last dying embers, eyes closed, listening for something none of the others seemed to hear, a pressure like a hand resting on my shoulder that wasn't there, patient and light and impossible to shake off no matter how many times I told myself it was only nerves."You keep doing that," Kieran said, coming up beside me, his voice low enough that it belonged only to us. "Standing like you're waiting for the ground to tell you a secret.""Maybe I am," I said

Point of View: Rhen ThornwolfI woke gasping in the dark with Kieran's name already half formed on my lips, my hands pressed flat against my chest as though I could hold my own heart still by force, the dream still burning behind my eyes like a brand pressed too long against skin."Rhen." His voice, low and urgent, his hands finding my shoulders in the dark, steadying me before I even fully understood I needed steadying. "Rhen, I'm here. Look at me."I looked at him, and slowly the tent walls resolved out of the dream's residue, familiar canvas instead of the endless grey space I had been standing in a moment before, a space with no floor and no sky and something vast at its center that had not yet turned to look at me, though I had felt it considering the possibility, the way you feel a stranger's attention shift toward you across a crowded room before they've actually turned."It's getting stronger," I said, my voice shaking more than I wanted it to. "Every night since we crossed th

Point of View: Rhen ThornwolfThe elder's question hung in the firelit air, and I felt every eye in that camp turn toward Wren, waiting for the one person present whose entire bloodline existed to answer exactly this kind of silence, and some small, cold part of me was afraid of what she'd say, afraid in a way I hadn't let myself examine too closely until that exact moment."You want to know if I trust them," Wren said, before anyone else could speak for her. "The guardians. That's really what you're asking, isn't it, Elder.""It is," the elder said, settling back onto her seat of woven branches, watching Wren with the patient, unreadable expression of someone who had outlived several generations of easy answers and had long since stopped expecting comfort from the truth. "Your line was not made to protect. It was made to judge. So judge, watcher. Tell my people whether we should fear the ones you brought into our territory."I felt Kieran's hand tighten protectively at my back, felt

Point of View: Rhen ThornwolfCorvin Thane melted back into the treeline as suddenly as he had appeared, and for three long heartbeats none of us moved, waiting to see whether his retreat was truth or invitation to a trap none of us could yet see the shape of, our breath fogging in the cold morning air as we listened for any sound that might betray his true intentions."He's gone," Wren finally said, her voice tight, her eyes still scanning the stones for any further shift of shadow."For now," Kieran said grimly. "That was not a man leaving because he was afraid of us. That was a man leaving because he already has what he needs and doesn't consider us an obstacle worth fighting yet, which frightens me far more than if he'd attacked outright.""He's been here a long while," Wren said, her voice unsteady. "That means he's had time to study the site properly. Time we don't have, time we can't afford to lose arguing about who moves first.""Then we don't wait," I said, turning back towar

Point of View: Rhen ThornwolfDawn broke pale and thin over the standing stones, and I felt the whole clearing hold its breath the same way I did, waiting for Wren's signal, when the first arrow split the silence and buried itself in the earth a hand's width from Tamsin's foot, the sound of it cracking through the stillness like a struck bell."Down," Kieran shouted, already moving, already placing himself between the arrow's source and me before I'd fully registered the danger myself, his instincts always a half second faster than mine when it came to protecting the people he loved.Figures emerged from the treeline on three sides at once, a dozen at least, hunters in ragged leathers with the hollow, fervent look of people who believed absolutely in the cause dragging them into this fight, their eyes bright with a conviction that made them more dangerous than fear ever could. Corvin himself stood at the rear, unarmed still, watching with the calm patience of a man who had already dec