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CHAPTER 95 – THE MOON REMEMBERS ITS CHILDREN
THE MOON REMEMBERS ITS CHILDRENThe forest did not calm after the night of blood and awakening. It remained tense, like a held breath that refused to release, as though the land itself understood that something irreversible had begun. Aria felt it with every step she took. The Moonborn power inside her no longer surged wildly or flickered uncertainly. It moved with purpose now, deep and steady, like a river that had finally remembered its course.The packs moved together through the undergrowth, no longer separated by origin or past allegiance. There were still gaps, still caution, still scars that could not be erased by silver light alone, but there was no longer division. Wolves who had never stood side by side before now matched pace without instruction. Their breaths aligned. Their awareness braided together through the bond that no longer felt new, but ancient and right.Rowan walked close to Aria, close enough that she could feel the heat of his presence even when his fire lay
CHAPTER 95 – THE MOON REMEMBERS ITS CHILDREN
THE MOON REMEMBERS ITS CHILDRENThe forest did not return to normal after the broken pack joined them. It could not. Something fundamental had shifted, like a bone that had healed wrong for centuries suddenly being set back into place. Aria felt it in every step, every breath, every flicker of silver beneath her skin. The Moonborn bond was no longer a quiet thread. It was a living current, moving through wolves who had never known one another, binding them without force, without fear.The survivors stayed close to the edge of the group, not out of exclusion but habit. Trauma made space feel safer than closeness. Aria did not push. She let the bond speak in its own time, slow and patient.Dawn crept in reluctantly, staining the sky pale as if the sun itself hesitated to witness what was unfolding. The wolves moved as one when they finally stopped, forming a loose circle beneath a ridge of ancient stone. No command was given. No Alpha barked an order. They simply knew.Rowan stood near
CHAPTER 93 – THE THRONE FEELS THE SCAR
THE THRONE FEELS THE SCARThe moment the ancient clearing went quiet, Aria felt it. Not relief. Not victory. A shift, sharp and unmistakable, like a blade drawn across unseen skin. The Moonborn bond did not loosen when the echoes faded. It anchored itself deeper, settling into her bones as if it had always been there, waiting for her to stop running from it.The forest reacted first.Winds moved through the canopy without direction, leaves trembling though no storm followed. Roots tightened beneath the soil, responding to a presence that no longer asked permission to exist. The Hollow Crown was far behind them now, yet its pulse echoed faintly, carried through the land like a remembered heartbeat.The wolves sensed it too. Their movements changed. They no longer circled Aria as protectors alone. They flanked her as equals, alert, deliberate, fully aware that the night ahead would not allow hesitation. Something had been awakened, and awakenings always demanded a price.Rowan exhaled
CHAPTER 92 – THE MOON DOES NOT BOW
THE MOON DOES NOT BOWThe path beyond the Hollow Crown felt different the moment Aria crossed its invisible threshold. The forest no longer watched her as something uncertain or unfamiliar. It recognized her. Every root beneath her feet, every leaf trembling above her head, responded to the Moonborn presence with a quiet, ancient acceptance. This was not territory claimed by claws or bloodshed. This was land that remembered vows older than packs, older than the throne Malachar had twisted into a weapon.The wolves followed in silence, their movements controlled and deliberate. No one spoke. No one needed to. The bond between them hummed like a living thing, tightening with every step deeper into the forgotten stretch of forest. This was where history had been buried, not erased, waiting for the blood that could awaken it.Rowan stayed at Aria’s side, his fire subdued but vigilant. He felt the tension in her body, the way her silver energy pulsed with restraint rather than chaos. She
CHAPTER 91 – WHEN BLOOD REMEMBERS WAR
WHEN BLOOD REMEMBERS WARThe Hollow Crown did not sleep after the shadows withdrew. The forest remained alert, alive with low currents of power that moved beneath bark and soil, whispering through roots and bone. Aria felt it even when she closed her eyes. The Moonborn blood inside her would not let the night settle. It remembered too much. It remembered battles carved into moonlight, packs torn apart by ambition, and a throne built not from stone but from obedience and fear.The wolves sensed it too. None of them lay down. They moved in slow circles, quiet and deliberate, guarding without command, trusting the pull of instinct that now flowed from Aria as naturally as breath. This was no longer a pack waiting for orders. It was a living extension of her will, shaped by choice, not dominance.Rowan stood close, always close, his presence steady without pressing. His fire remained contained, but it hummed beneath his skin, answering the same ancient rhythm that stirred the Moonborn b
CHAPTER 90 – THE SHADOWS OF THE BLOODLINE
THE SHADOWS OF THE BLOODLINEThe forest had grown silent in a way that felt deliberate, as if it were holding its breath in anticipation of what was coming. The Hollow Crown pulsed faintly beneath Aria’s feet, responding to the Moonborn energy that coursed through her veins and radiated outward to touch each member of the pack. Every wolf moved with calculated precision, muscles coiled, eyes glinting in the pale moonlight. Their breaths were quiet, measured, synced with her heartbeat, each one aware of the tension that clung to the air.Rowan walked beside her, his fire simmering beneath the skin, a constant, controlled pulse that blended with the silver light emanating from Aria. He did not speak, for no words were necessary. They had learned to communicate through presence, through subtle movements, through the rhythm of their combined strength. Tonight was not a night for mistakes. Malachar’s reach had extended further than ever before, and Aria could feel it brushing against the
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