All Chapters of Bound by the Moon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

They will not stop hunting me. The thought burned through Raven’s mind as she sprinted through the dense forest, her bare feet bleeding against jagged roots and unforgiving stones. The night stretched endlessly around her, thick with mist and the scent of damp earth. The moon, her only companion, hung high in the sky—watching, waiting. She didn’t dare look back. Her lungs burned, her legs screamed for mercy, but she couldn’t stop,she kept running into the woods. The wolves behind her—her hunters—would not offer her mercy. Their snarls and heavy footfalls echoed in the darkness, growing louder, closer. She had been running for months. Tonight, she would not escape. A low growl rumbled through the trees, the sound sending a violent shiver down her spine. They were flanking her. Trapping her. She lunged over a fallen log, twisting midair to avoid colliding with a thorn-covered bush, but the moment her feet touched the ground again, she stumbled. Her ankle twisted painfully, and sh

Pain pulsed through Raven’s limbs as she bolted down the dimly lit corridor. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and though she was fast, the wound on her side slowed her down. Still, she pushed forward, the cold stone beneath her bare feet an urgent reminder that this was her one shot. Freedom was just ahead. She darted past a torch flickering against the cavern walls, her pulse hammering in her ears. Somewhere behind her, the sound of boots scraping against the floor sent a surge of panic through her. She was following the smell of freedom.They were coming. Move. Her fingers grazed the edges of a wooden door at the tunnel’s end, but just as she shoved forward— A hand shot out, iron-strong, yanking her backward. She gasped, twisting violently, but her captor didn’t falter. Luca. His grip was like a vice as he spun her around and slammed her back against the cold stone wall. “I let you live, and this is how you repay me?” His voice was sharp, but beneath it was something else. Fr

The scent of blood clung to the air. Thick. Unforgiving. Raven sat against the cold stone wall, her wrists raw from the silver shackles that had only been removed minutes ago. Her breathing was slow, steady—controlled. But her heart still pounded from the chaos that had unfolded. The chamber was eerily quiet now, except for the occasional crackle of the torches. The bodies had already been dragged away, leaving only the dark stains of their demise behind. Yet, the tension hadn’t lifted. Luca stood a few feet away, his presence as suffocating as ever. He was speaking in low tones with one of his wolves, his golden eyes flicking toward her every so often. She could tell he was angry. Not the playful, teasing irritation he usually threw her way, but something colder. Sharper. And it wasn’t just because of the attack. She had fought back. She had nearly gotten herself killed. And she wasn’t sorry for it. Her fingers curled into the tattered fabric of her shirt, feeling the dull