All Chapters of MOONBOUND:The heart of the wolf : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The memory of Lincoln’s words still clung to my mind like a broken record as Evelyn and I walked through the dimly lit corridors. My mind raced, replaying every look, every phrase, every word he said. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was I in danger because of him? Or because of what I represented to his world?Evelyn’s silence beside me only added to the unease pressing down on my chest. Normally, from the little I've known her, she would’ve filled the quiet with some sharp remark or sly smile, but as we walked back even she seemed unnerved.When we reached my room, she turned to me, her eyes scanning my face like she was searching for something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Get some rest,” she said finally, her voice soft.I shook my head. “I can’t. Not after everything he just said.”“Jane,” Evelyn began, but before she could continue, a low murmur of voices reached our ears.I froze. “Did you hear that?”Evelyn’s expression hardened instantly, her eyes darting toward the

Lincoln’s forehead rested against mine, and I could still feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. The moment felt suspended in time, like the world had narrowed to just the two of us.And yet, I couldn’t ignore the way my heart was hammering against my ribs, a chaotic rhythm that betrayed my calm look. I should have pulled away. I should have said something clever to lighten the mood or anything to break the spell.Instead, I whispered, “What are you doing?”His eyes searched mine, flickering with a mix of hesitation and resolve. “Isn’t it obvious?” His voice dropped to a near-growl, low and electrifying. “I’m trying to kiss you.”Again?The bluntness of his reply left me momentarily stunned, my brain struggling to catch up with my body’s reaction. My breath hitched, my chest tightening as if his words alone had stolen all the air from the room.“Lincoln…” I managed to say, though his name came out more like a plea than a protest.He didn’t move, didn’t say another word. Instead, hi

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the window. My breath fogged the glass as I pressed closer, straining to see through the darkness. Lincoln had disappeared into the woods minutes ago, but I still felt his presence, like an invisible chain pulling at my chest.And then I saw them—glowing red eyes, cutting through the black like burning coals.The blood drained from my face, and my heart slammed against my ribs. At first, I thought I was imagining it, that the dark had started playing tricks on me. But when the figure moved, slow and deliberate, there was no mistaking it.Something was out there.Something unnatural.“Lincoln…” I whispered, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me.My hands trembled as I backed away from the window, the sharp crack of a branch outside making my stomach twist. Every instinct screamed for me to hide, but I couldn’t just leave him out there.What if he didn’t know?What if he didn’t see it coming?I grabbed the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon—a

Jane's scream pierced the air like a siren, making me to close the distance in a blur of fur and fury. The rogue wolf had her cornered, its massive frame hunched as it prepared to pounce. Jane stumbled back, her eyes wide and glassy with terror, frozen in place like prey caught in the sights of a predator.I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. My instincts took over, and I launched myself forward with a feral snarl. My body collided with the rogue’s mid-lunge, throwing us both to theground in a tangle of claws and snapping jaws. The force of the impact jarred me, but I recovered quickly, my wolf form coiling with a strength I barely recognized as myown. The rogue twisted beneath me, itsjaws snapping inches from my throat. I slammed my paw down on its chest, pinning it with all the force I could muster, but it was too strong.Its claws raked across my flank, pain searing through me as it thrashed wildly.I tightened my grip, my fangs sinking into its shoulder. The taste of its blood—t

The air between us charged with tension, and my pulse raced as I stared up at the man who called himself Carver Dome. His grip on my waist was firm, yet strangely gentle, as though he was holding something fragile he didn’t want to break. I tried to steady my breath, but my chest felt like it was constricting under the weight of a thousand unanswered questions.“What do you want from me?” My voice came out in a shaky whisper, disbelief dripping from every word. “How? How could you possibly know me?”He didn’t respond immediately. His eyes, a deep, shadowed blue, bore into mine, as if searching for something. The silence stretched, thick and oppressive, making my skin prickle with unease. My instincts screamed at me to pull away, to run, but my body refused to move.“Answer me!” I demanded, my voice sharper now, though it cracked at the edges. “What are you hiding?”“I’m not hiding anything,” he said calmly, his tone maddeningly controlled. “But I don’t think you’re ready for the answe