All Chapters of Forbidden Under the Blood Moon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Point of view: Kade"You knew about the mining camp before tonight," I said, and Ronan's silence answered the question louder than words could have.We stood alone on the ridge overlooking Hollow Ridge cave, the wind cutting sharp and cold across the exposed rock, tugging at our cloaks and carrying the distant scent of pine and old smoke down from somewhere higher up the mountain. Below us, the cave mouth sat dark and patient against the hillside, a black wound in the pale stone, and for the first time since we were boys learning to fight side by side, I watched my oldest friend refuse to meet my eyes."I found it three days ago," he admitted finally, his gaze fixed somewhere out over the tree line. "I wasn't sure it meant anything yet. I have spent my whole career avoiding the mistake of raising an alarm over nothing, Kade. You know that better than most.""Three days," I repeated, and I felt something old and dangerous stir low in my chest, the wolf beneath my skin pressing hard aga

Point of view: Wren"Stay behind me," Kade said, and for once I didn't argue, my whole body coiled tight with a fear I hadn't let myself fully feel until we stood at the mouth of Hollow Ridge cave, the wind carrying the cold, mineral smell of stone and standing water out to meet us.Ronan moved ahead of us both, silent as smoke, his enforcer training turning every step into something careful and deliberate, his eyes scanning the shadows the way a man scans for threats he has spent his whole life training to notice a heartbeat before anyone else. Behind us, four Ashborn wolves fanned out along the ridge, chosen personally by Kade from a list he had triple checked against every name Selene's warning had made him suspicious of, men whose loyalty he trusted the way I had learned to trust the pull between us, without needing proof beyond the certainty in his own chest.The cave swallowed the moonlight the moment we crossed its threshold, cold air pressing damp against my skin, the scent of

Point of view: Wren"You're safe," Briar said, gripping my hand so tightly it almost hurt, her human eyes wide with a fear that had nothing to do with pack politics and everything to do with pure, simple love, the kind that had never once cared about titles or bloodlines or blood moons.I nearly laughed at the absurdity of it, sitting in the small guest room where Ronan had moved me hours before Torin's disappearance was even discovered, having never actually been taken at all. The note on my pillow, I would later learn, had been Torin's parting message, a threat meant to buy him time and sow chaos, not a confession of a kidnapping that never actually happened. By the time Kade tore through half the eastern wing calling my name, I had already been asleep two doors down, moved for safety after Selene's warning without anyone thinking to update the guard posted outside my old room."I'm safe," I confirmed, squeezing her hand back, still faintly amused despite the exhaustion pulling at e

Point of view: Kade"Get the box, now," I ordered, my wolf already surging beneath my skin, every protective instinct roaring at once as Ronan's warning hung sharp in the air, the small cottage suddenly feeling far too fragile to hold everyone I needed to keep safe inside it.Briar moved fast despite her fear, disappearing into the back room while Wren pulled Ivy close, positioning herself instinctively between her sister and the door in a way that made my chest ache even in the middle of everything else crashing down around us. I stepped in front of both of them, every muscle coiled and ready, my senses stretching out into the dark beyond the walls, counting footsteps, counting heartbeats."How many," I called toward the window."Three, maybe four," Ronan answered, his voice tight, already moving into position along the front wall. "Moving in from the tree line. They're not trying to hide, which means they want us to see them coming, want the fear to do half their work before they ev

Point of view: Wren"You're supposed to be dead," Garrick said, and for the first time since he had stepped through that broken doorway, real fear crossed his face, his composure cracking wide open at last.I stared at the woman standing in the wreckage of the entrance, silver hair pulled back from a face lined with age and old scars, her eyes the same shade of storm grey as my own, and something deep in my chest recognized her before my mind caught up to the impossibility of it, some ancient, wordless certainty settling into my bones."You look like her," I whispered, unable to stop myself, my voice barely audible over the ragged breathing filling the room. "You look like the woman in the photograph my father kept hidden in the bottom of his desk, the one he never explained no matter how many times I asked.""Because I am her sister," the woman said, her eyes never leaving Garrick even as she spoke to me, her voice steady, unshaken by the chaos still settling around us. "Your aunt, W