Unbound Book Romane & Geschichten

The text was written in the ancient runic script of the North—a language she had never been taught, yet found herself reading as if it were her mother tongue. *The Winter-Blood is not a relic of the past, but the architect of the future,* the text read. *To be unbonded is not to be empty; it is the ultimate state of potential. When the soul is unbound, it can finally merge with the true essence of the mountain.*

The current was filled with faces—some human, some monstrous, some divine—each a memory in motion, drifting by like shards of glass. Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “Hold on to me!” He was a dark silhouette against the luminous torrent, his scythe in one hand, its edge glowing faint blue as he drove the blade into nothing—anchoring them. The current fought back, trying to drag them deeper. His face was strained, his eyes burning silver. Avery clawed her way toward him, the Vein whispering her name in every tone she’d ever known. Avery. Avery Delan. Child of the Unbound.

She exhaled slowly, then knelt to help me up. She handed me an envelope. In it was a plane ticket. "Tomorrow's the last day," she said. "This is your flight out." Then she looked at me, pain in her eyes. "Tomorrow is your child's funeral. I know my brother doesn't deserve forgiveness, but that baby… he was yours. I hope you'll send him off properly, before you go." I paused. Then nodded. The next morning, I arrived at the family estate before dawn. This child—my child—cost me a lot to bring into the world. And yet I never even got to hold him once before saying goodbye.

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I released a silent breath, my heart pounding in my ears. I needed to figure out a way to escape before whatever was coming next. Grayson’s reach might be long, but I wasn’t going to sit here and let him or these men decide my fate. Not again. My eyes fluttered open again, just a fraction, enough to survey the men as they stood near the fire. They seemed absorbed in their conversation, grumbling and passing cigarettes, their attention thankfully away from me. Taking a deep breath, I started to tug at the ropes binding my wrists in front of me. The rough cords dug into my skin, burning with each tiny movement, but I kept trying. The knots were too tight, no matter how much I strained against

The book I was currently opening was larger than the rest, bound in black leather that had cracked and split over time. I flipped through the pages only to freeze when a heading popped out at me. History of the Dark Bond.

For the rest of the movie, their hands stayed that way. Hidden in the dark. Unspoken. Unbreakable. After the Movie When the lights came back on, they both slowly let go. Neither mentioned it. “That wasn’t that scary,” Tae Min said casually. “You’re lying.” They laughed. But as they exited the theater— Tae Min felt something strange. Like they were being watched. He turned slightly. A familiar figure disappeared behind a pillar. His chest tightened. No… it couldn’t be. He didn’t say anything.

“We’re going to visit the Moonstone pack.” ✧ ✧ ✧ Anxiety hit me as I browsed through the books of the public library in the Moonstone pack. I felt like I didn’t belong, maybe because deep down I knew what I had done was wrong. Even if it was to sneak into the pack so my brother and his friends could hang out.

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