Skybound Studios Romane & Geschichten

I wouldn't have to worry about bills anymore but what if the employer finds out about my dad's debts? Another heavy sigh left my lips as my expression turned more hopeless. "It's alright. I'm sure the loan sharks will find me there, too." Jessy chuckled softly. "I doubt that. That place is secured, Entice. I promise you'll be safe there." My brows furrowed as I shot Jessy a questioning look. Now I was beginning to think that my stupid ideas about the employers being mafias were becoming more of a real thing. "And how sure are you?"

There was none of the pride or testing in it, none of the icy edge it had when she left Fendon Pack. It was quiet, simple... but enough to feel free. "I'll come back to Shadowthorn Pack often," she said, "but I don't want to stay in anyone's pack forever." Kyle didn't say anything. He just watched her. Yuna's gaze drifted farther, toward the horizon. "The Neutral Zone has roads, trade caravans, and the connections I've built over the years. The Frostveil Pack Alliance, the trade routes Fendon Pack lost, the border packs that actually need fair paths and fair exchanges... I can rebuild it all."

Her star tattoo glowed white, Mist curling protectively within her, emotions tender: gratitude for the pack's survival, sorrow for losses, hope in the vision. Soren stood at the altar, his silver-streaked hair gleaming, brown eyes distant as he clutched the lunar staff, the moonstone tip flaring blue. "Gather close," he rumbled, his deep voice resonant, emotions steady: paternal concern, faith in the moon. "The vision comes—the moon reveals Veyra's return and a lunar eclipse."

But close enough to make my stomach twist. He pointed to a word beneath the drawing. Sephra, Flame of the Bound Moon. One of the Seven Forgotten. “She’s in the rogue archives,” he said softly. “The Moonbound were thought to be myth, but…” “But what?” He hesitated. “My father once killed a rogue who claimed to be Moonbound. Said the Order hunted their kind through bloodlines, not names. That they were marked by the moon at birth and cloaked by wards too ancient for our packs to detect.”

he crouches beside me lighting his cigar. The smoke curls in the air between us. " I heard the Nightshade have a heir also, and he is here too, use him, break him if you must, get him to trust you." he says in a voice that's almost casual. " They've are releasing something soon, a product, a weapon, I don't care what it is ,they are coming out with it at their company and it's gaining traction." He taps the ash and lets it fall on me. "Find out what it is or else."

“The Blood Seal tunnel is collapsing. Not later. Not when it is convenient. Tonight. The entrance will be buried under stone, and warning markers will stand over it.” Tobias stepped forward briefly, holding a small carved stone in his hands. The warning symbol etched into it was simple, harsh, and unmistakable. A sign meant not to frighten. A sign meant to be remembered. Ronan’s voice lowered. “No one will ever build another chamber beneath Silvercrest without the pack’s knowledge.” A unified growl rose from the crowd. Agreement. Promise. Ronan’s gaze shifted then, settling on Lyra. The bond between them pulsed gently, calm and deep, but the moment still struck Lyra like thunder.