Semua Bab MOONBOUND SECRETS : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Zara’s POVThe forest is too quiet. It’s the kind of quiet that makes my skin crawl, like the world is holding its breath, waiting for something to break. The twins are gone. Their beds are empty, the sheets cold, and the only trace of them is the faint shimmer of moonlight on Silas’s pillow. It’s not blood—it’s something else, something otherworldly. Silver tears, maybe. Or fragments of the Veil they’ve carried back with them. I can’t stop pacing. My wolf is restless, clawing at the edges of my mind, demanding action. But what can I do? Where do I even start? Ryland stands by the window, his arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight I can see the muscle twitching. He hasn’t said much since we realized the twins were gone. Just stared out at the forest, his eyes dark and unreadable. “We’ll find them,” he says finally, his voice low and rough. I stop pacing and turn to him. “How? They could be anywhere. The Veil, the Shadowlands—somewhere we can’t even reach.” He doesn’t answ

Zara’s POVThe forest feels alive. Not in the way it usually does—not with the rustle of leaves or the distant call of birds. No, this is something darker, something primal. The trees seem to lean in, their branches twisting like claws, and the air is thick with the scent of decay. The twins cling to me, their small bodies trembling, their marks pulsing faintly with a dark, malevolent light. “It’s coming,” Silas whispers again, his voice barely audible over the low, guttural growl that echoes through the trees. “What’s coming?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest. “The darkness,” Selene replies, her golden eyes glowing with fear. “And it’s not alone.” Ryland steps forward, his Alpha aura blazing. “We need to move. Now.” I don’t argue. I scoop the twins into my arms, their weight familiar but heavier now, burdened by the darkness they carry. Ryland leads the way, his movements sharp and efficient as he navigates the twisted forest. The packs follow, their faces grim, their

Zara’s POV The growl reverberates through the trees, low and guttural, like the earth itself is groaning. The twins freeze beside me, their small bodies trembling, their marks pulsing faintly with that dark, malevolent light. Selene’s golden eyes widen, and Silas’s silver gaze flickers with fear. “It’s coming,” Silas whispers again, his voice barely audible over the sound of the forest shifting around us. I tighten my grip on them, my heart pounding in my chest. “Stay close,” I say, my voice firm despite the fear clawing at my insides. The packs are on their feet, their movements sharp and efficient as they form a protective circle around us. Ryland stands at the front, his Alpha aura blazing, his claws extended. His gray eyes scan the trees, his jaw clenched so tight I can see the muscle twitching. “Show yourself!” he snarls, his voice rough with fury. The forest responds with a low, mocking laugh. It’s not a sound that comes from any one direction—it’s everywhere, e

Zara’s POV The wolves emerge from the shadows, their eyes glowing in the darkness like embers. My wolf snarls, her instincts screaming at me to protect the twins, to fight, to do whatever it takes to keep them safe. But there are too many of them. Too many. Ryland steps forward, his body tense, his wolf close to the surface. “Stay back,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. The lead wolf, a massive gray beast with scars crisscrossing his muzzle, steps forward, his lips curling back in a snarl. “Give us the children,” he says, his voice rough and guttural. “And we’ll let you live.” “Over my dead body,” Ryland snaps, his eyes flashing with fury. The gray wolf laughs, a harsh, grating sound. “That can be arranged.” I pull the twins closer, my heart pounding in my chest. Selene is trembling, her small hands clutching my arm, while Silas stands tall, his little face set in a determined expression that breaks my heart. “Mommy,” Selene whispers, her voice trembling. “What’s g

Zara’s POV The cave is too quiet. Even the rush of the waterfall outside can’t drown out the twins’ ragged breathing or the frantic drumming of my heart. Selene curls into my side, her tiny fingers digging into my arm, while Silas stares at the cave entrance like he expects the elders to burst through at any second. They’re too still, too silent. They shouldn’t have to live like this—hunted, afraid. “Mommy,” Selene whispers, her voice trembling. “When can we go home?” I swallow the lump in my throat. Home. The word feels foreign now. Our cramped apartment above the bakery, the smell of fresh bread, the sound of Mrs. Whitmore’s laughter—all of it feels like a dream. “Soon,” I lie, brushing her hair back. “Daddy’s making sure it’s safe.” Silas glances at me, his eyes narrowing. He knows. He always knows. But he doesn’t call me out. Instead, he presses closer, his shoulder bumping mine. “They’re coming,” he murmurs. I don’t ask how he knows. The air shifts, the faintest ripple o