All Chapters of Moonbound Legacy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The clearing was silent, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the breeze as I stood over the fallen rogue. His breath had slowed, his body still, but I didn’t trust the stillness. Not yet. There was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, a sense of foreboding that hadn’t quite left me since the rogue’s cryptic words.I looked over at Isla. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with shock, but she was standing tall, holding her ground. She’d been through enough already, and I knew this wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. But for the moment, I had to focus on keeping her safe, on making sure she wasn’t pulled into whatever was coming next.I couldn’t do this alone. Not anymore."Is he going to be okay?" Isla asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She was looking at the rogue, her brow furrowed in concern, despite everything he’d just said.I shook my head, stepping closer to her. "He’s not dead, but I wouldn’t count on him being much of a threat anymore. He

The air in the clearing still clung to the echoes of the rogue’s final words. His cryptic message had left a strange weight between Isla and me, a tension we couldn't shake. The prophecy was no longer a far-off myth—it was real. It was happening. And there was no escaping it.I led Isla back toward the woods' edge, my senses stretched thin, alert for any signs of danger. The night felt different now, charged with something ancient and powerful. As we reached the trail that would take us back to the pack’s territory, the silence seemed almost oppressive, as if the very trees were holding their breath."Are we really going to let him go?" Isla’s voice broke through the stillness, her words laced with an edge of frustration. "He’s dangerous. I’ve seen the way these rogues work. If we leave him alive, we’re just asking for trouble."I glanced at her, finding a flicker of the determination I admired so much in her. "You’re right," I said quietly. "But I couldn’t kill

The morning air was crisp as Isla stepped onto the clinic's porch. The sun barely crested over the pines, casting long shadows that stretched across the quiet streets of Cedar Grove. Sleep had evaded her yet again; the whispers from her dreams clung to her mind like cobwebs, their haunting cadence in the unfamiliar language growing louder. But it wasn’t the dreams alone keeping her awake. It was the look in Luca’s eyes the night before—conflicted, almost desperate—as they had parted ways outside the cemetery.Now, standing in the chilly air, she let her gaze drift toward the woods on the horizon. They felt alive, charged with a presence she couldn’t explain. Somewhere in there, Luca was preparing for the pack council’s meeting, a critical step in confronting the escalating rogue threat. A knot of tension twisted in her stomach. The council’s decision could either unify the pack or deepen the divides that had already begun to crack its foundation.The soft jingle of Sco

The night air was crisp, laced with the faint tang of pine and the earthy scent of the forest. Isla stood just outside the den’s main lodge, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket as the distant murmurs of the council echoed from within. She exhaled slowly, her breath visible in the cold air, trying to calm her racing thoughts.Luca emerged from the shadows, his tall frame illuminated by the soft glow of the lodge’s lights. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a storm of emotions—worry, frustration, and something that looked dangerously like guilt.“They’re still talking,” he said, coming to stand beside her.“They don’t trust me,” Isla replied, her voice flat.“They don’t trust anyone easily, not even each other,” Luca said. “It’s not personal. They’re scared. The rogues have never been this organized before.”Isla shook her head. “It doesn’t feel like enough. I told them what I know, but it’s like they’re looking for an

The pack house was quiet when Isla and Luca returned, the weight of Gideon’s revelations hanging heavily between them. The crescent moon cast a pale glow over the grounds, illuminating the forest’s edge and the faint trails leading deeper into the wild. Scout padded beside them, his wagging tail the only thing breaking the stillness.Luca slowed his stride as they neared the main door, glancing at Isla. “You should get some rest. It’s been a long day.”She nodded but hesitated. “And what about you?”“I’ll keep watch,” Luca replied, his tone firm but not unkind. “Gideon’s right—the rogues won’t wait long to make their move. We can’t afford to let our guard down.”Isla frowned but didn’t argue. She understood the gravity of the situation, even if it made her uneasy. She reached for the journal in her bag, holding it out to him. “You should take this. If something happens—”“Nothing’s going to happen,” Luca interrupted, his voice low and steady. “Keep