All Chapters of MOONBOUND SECRETS : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

**Zara’s POV** The first snow of winter blankets the Bloodfang territory, turning the forest into a glittering wonderland. The pack is quieter now, the echoes of battle replaced by the soft crunch of snow underfoot. But peace is fragile, and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s only a matter of time before the next storm hits. The twins are outside, their laughter ringing through the clearing as they chase each other through the snow. Selene’s glow leaves faint trails of light in her wake, while Silas’s silver eyes glint with mischief. They’re children, but they’re also so much more. “They’re growing up too fast,” I murmur, watching them from the porch. Ryland steps beside me, his arm brushing mine. “They’re strong. They’ll handle whatever comes their way.” “They shouldn’t have to,” I say, my voice tight. He sighs, his breath fogging in the cold air. “I know. But they’re not just our children, Zara. They’re the pack’s future. And they’re already proving they’re ready for it

Zara’s POV The forest is unnervingly quiet this morning, the usual chorus of birdsong replaced by a heavy silence. I watch from the edge of the clearing as Silas and Selene kneel beside Lyra, their small hands pressed to the frost-laced ground. Lyra’s voice is a low murmur, her silver hair blending with the pale dawn light. “Focus on the currents,” she instructs. “The Veil is not a tool—it is a living thing. Respect its rhythm.” Selene’s glow brightens, tendrils of light spiraling from her fingertips into the earth. Beside her, Silas scowls, his palms flat against the soil. “It’s fighting me,” he grumbles. “Because you’re forcing it,” Lyra chides. “You must *listen*, Silas. The Veil responds to intention, not dominance.” I clutch my cloak tighter, the cold seeping into my bones. Every lesson feels like a step closer to losing them—to this destiny that demands too much, too soon. Ryland’s hand settles on my shoulder. “They’re getting stronger,” he says, but his voice lacks

**Zara’s POV** The twins sleep fitfully, their small bodies tangled in blankets. Silas’s brow furrows, his silver eyes darting beneath closed lids, while Selene’s glow flickers like a dying ember. Lyra’s sacrifice lingers in the air, her absence a hollow ache. I brush a curl from Selene’s forehead, my hand trembling. “They’re just children,” I whisper, though no one is listening. Ryland stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim light of the hall. “They’re more than that now,” he says quietly. “And so are we.” I turn to him, my voice sharp. “What does that even mean? Are we supposed to just… let them carry this burden? Let them fight battles that should never have been theirs?” He steps into the room, his gray eyes shadowed. “We don’t have a choice, Zara. The Veil chose them. Lyra chose them. And if we try to hold them back, we’ll only make it harder for them.” I want to argue, to scream that it’s not fair, but the words die on my lips. Because deep down, I k

**Zara’s POV** The forest is too quiet. The Veil’s fissure may be mended, but the air hums with unease, like the calm before a storm. I watch Silas and Selene sparring under Lyra’s old oak, their laughter tinged with the weight of secrets they shouldn’t bear. Silas hurls a bolt of silver energy at his sister, who deflects it with a shield of light. They’re powerful. Too powerful. Ryland’s hand settles on my shoulder. “They’re stronger every day.” “That’s what scares me,” I murmur. A crow caws overhead, its feathers glinting unnaturally violet. Selene freezes mid-motion, her glow flickering. “Mommy… something’s wrong.” The ground shudders. --- **The Twins’ POV** Silas feels it first—a pull in his chest, cold and insistent. The Veil’s heart thrums like a war drum. *“Find us,”* it whispers. *“Before they do.”* “Did you hear that?” Selene asks, her glow dimming to a wary pulse. Silas nods, fists clenched. “It’s coming from the old ruins.” The ones Lyra forbade them t

**Zara’s POV** The dagger’s power burns through me, a searing light that feels like both salvation and destruction. My vision blurs as the Forgotten Ones close in, their violet-tinged shadows clawing at the edges of the tomb. Selene’s scream echoes in my ears, her corrupted arm writhing as the mark spreads. “Zara!” Kieran shouts, his wolf form a blur of fur and fury as he tears into the creatures. “Do it now!” I clutch the dagger tighter, its obsidian blade glowing with moonlight. The First Alpha’s voice whispers in my mind, cold and unyielding. *“Sacrifice the heart to save the soul.”* I don’t hesitate. I plunge the dagger into my chest. --- **The Veil’s Embrace** The world dissolves into light and shadow. I float in a void, the Veil’s energy swirling around me like a living thing. The First Alpha stands before me, her form shimmering with starlight and decay. *“You chose well,”* she says, her voice a chorus of echoes. *“But the price is steep.”* “What price?” I d