All Chapters of Bound By Bloodlines : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"Where is she!?" Dorian's snarl echoed through the blood-soaked Shadowwood, his massive paws smashing into the ground as his sharp golden eyes scanned the chaos around him. Fury and desperation twisted his features, the wolf within barely held in check as his powerful form rippled with unspent energy. His mate, his Irwin, was somewhere in the fray, held by Valen. He could feel Vendetta's presence—faint, distant—like a whisper carried on the wind. She was toying with him. Yet every direction he turned revealed nothing but shadow and deceit.Adolphus rushed to his son’s side, his own wolf form towering and weathered with years of experience. The older wolf’s voice was a low growl, urgent but steady. "Stay focused, Dorian! This isn’t Vendetta. These are her shadows. She’s playing with your mind. Don’t let them take you."Dorian’s claws raked through the dirt in frustration. "I saw her! I know I did!" His voice broke, teetering between rage and despair. "She was right there! I fought with

" forget Dorian, he can't penetrate into here Valen. We need to focus on Irwin now" Vendetta said as she took a glimpse of Irwin by the corner of the room.The air was heavy in the darkened chamber, a very palpable tension suffocating the space. Chains forged of shadow and fire glimmered faintly in the dim light, binding Irwin to the stone pedestal at the center of the room. Her once-bright aura was muted, suppressed by the oppressive magic woven into the chains. Her head hung low, golden hair cascading over her face, hiding the determination brewing in her eyes.Valen stood to the side, his golden eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched her struggle. Beside him, Vendetta observed with a twisted smirk, her hands resting on the obsidian staff she wielded.“You know she’s still fighting,” Vendetta remarked, her voice dripping with amusement. “But it’s pointless. The chains are bound to her very soul. She won’t break them.”Valen tilted his head, a shadow of doubt crossing his face. “Sh

The once-proud Shadow Fang pack was now crumbling under the weight of defeat. The clash of paws, the screeches of wolves, and the harsh growls of battle filled the air as warriors on both sides fought fiercely. The forest was alive with the bloodshed, but it was clear: the Shadowclaw pack had the upper hand. The Shadow Fang wolves, those who had once prided themselves on their strength and savagery, now found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer power of Shadowclaw's resolve.Cain fought valiantly, his massive wolf form crashing through the enemy lines, his claws slicing through flesh. His eyes were wild with rage, each strike fueled by the anger and desperation that surged within him. The head guard of Shadowfang snarled as cain lunged toward him, as his fangs sank into the enemy's throat with swift precision, tearing out the life force in a flash. .Elder Lucian, watching the battlefield from a distance, knew they were losing. His senses, honed from years of experience, told him eve

The air around Dorian was thick with the scent of blood and smoke, the remnants of the brutal battle that had just taken place. The once-pristine forest floor was now a chaotic mess of broken branches, torn earth, and the shattered remnants of what had once been an unstoppable force. It was the aftermath of a battle that would mark the end of an era for the Shadow Fang pack and the beginning of a new reign for Shadowclaw. Yet, as Dorian stood over the defeated pack, the weight of what had transpired was not lost on him.His massive wolf form towered over the field, every muscle rippling with the aftermath of battle. His fur, normally sleek and dark, was matted with blood and dirt. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling with each intake of air. The fight with Valen had taken everything out of him, but he had emerged victorious. He had shown Valen who was the true Alpha, the one who commanded respect, who wielded power not only through strength but through strategy, leade

Irwin stood on the balcony of the pack’s main hall, her eyes scanning the vast expanse of forest. The stillness of the night enveloped her, but inside, her heart was anything but calm. The weight of the responsibility she now carried as Luna, Dorian’s equal, and the heart of the pack, settled heavily on her shoulders.She had spent so many years running, hiding from her nature, afraid of being rejected. But now, after the battles, the heartache, and the triumphs, Irwin had come to accept her role. She was not just Dorian’s mate anymore; she was the leader of Shadowclaw, standing beside him to guide the pack into a future they would shape together.Dorian approached her from behind, his footsteps quiet but sure. As always, his presence was commanding yet comforting, the silent strength of a leader that everyone followed. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his fingers warm against her skin."How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice low, yet filled with concern.Irwin turned to face him,