Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marked By Moonfire: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The clang of steel rang dully in the cold morning air. The training yard, once a place of power and pride, felt thin and brittle, its energy fraying like old rope. Frost clung to the wooden beams of the sparring ring, glistening dimly in the pale dawn light. Kilian stood at the edge, arms folded across his chest, shoulders squared, watching every movement with a hawk’s eye.What he saw made his wolf bristle.Two of the younger warriors sparred, their footwork sluggish, strikes half-hearted. When one lunged forward, the blow missed by a full hand-span, leaving him wide open. The other should have taken the opportunity, but his reaction was too slow. He stumbled back, chest heaving as though he’d fought for hours instead of minutes.Kilian’s jaw tightened. “Again.” His voice was low, but it carried weight. The word was enough to still the yard.The warriors exchanged a look, sweat already plastering their hair to their foreheads. Still, they obeyed. One shifted mid-stride—bones cracking

The cave still smelled of blood and ash, even after all these years.Naira pressed a torch into the wall, its light revealing jagged stone etched with faded runes. The air was damp, heavy with a lingering weight that clung to her skin like smoke. Shadows flickered, but the memories here burned brighter than flame.She hated this place. She hated that she had to meet him here. And yet, there was no other place more fitting.“Late,” she murmured when Kael finally stepped from the shadows.Her brother’s cloak was blackened with soot and snow, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the torchlight. He carried himself with the quiet authority of one who commanded monsters. The rogues had followed him to the border, but here, in this cave, he walked alone.“You wouldn’t dare start without me,” he said, his mouth curving in a humorless smile

Back at the compound, Nova could not sleep.The walls of her chamber felt close, heavy, as though the night itself pressed against the stone. The air was colder than usual, carrying with it the faint tang of iron and ash. She tossed beneath her furs, eyes fixed on the ceiling beams, listening to the distant sounds of the pack settling into uneasy rest. Warriors limped back from the border, their boots whispering softly against stone. Healers murmured low prayers, the cadence rhythmic and haunting. Somewhere beyond her walls, the howl of a lone wolf rose into the night, cutting through the stillness. The compound itself seemed to breathe with exhaustion, the stone corridors sighing under the weight of unspoken dread.She closed her eyes, but the images from battle clawed at her mind—wolves faltering mid-shift, rogues moving in perfect unison, the cloaked figure at the edge of the treeline. His golden eyes. The faint, cruel tilt of

The cave seemed to breathe with them. Shadows stretched along the stone walls as if drawn closer by Kael’s words, clinging to Naira’s skin until she could feel the past pressing against her chest. The air was heavy with the scent of iron and earth, damp and cold, as if the stone itself remembered the agony it had borne witness to.“Do you want to know how it ended for her?” Kael asked softly.Naira’s throat tightened. She nodded once, her breath caught in her chest.Kael’s eyes gleamed like molten amber in the firelight. “Then listen.”The witch’s cries echoed through the cave, raw and broken. Her body bent with the agony of labor, hands clawing at stone slick with blood. She had no midwife, no healer, no pack to surround her. The Alpha who had lain in her bed had returned to his mate’s side.And so, she w

The night was a storm of blood and snow.Rogues pressed harder than ever, their movements sharp, precise, as if guided by a single hand. Warriors fell one by one, their strength waning under a force that should have been impossible. The border churned with screams and steel, the air thick with the scent of iron and fear.Kilian fought at the center, his blade flashing silver in the moonlight, his wolf surging through every strike. But even he was bleeding now, a long cut along his ribs soaking his tunic red. His chest heaved, breath ragged, though his eyes burned with relentless fire, refusing to relent even in exhaustion.Nova stumbled through the chaos, her dagger trembling in her grip. Her arms ached, her body screamed for rest, but something inside her refused to give in. Her senses still burned too sharp, her heartbeat too loud, every breath an echo of something not human.And then t