Bound By The Moon That Forgot Her

es were subtle, urgent, almost warning. Somewhere far off, a branch snapped sharply-a sound too deliberate to be natural. H

oiled like a spring, ready to leap at the slightest sign of threat. "They

se quickene

ers. Or worse-those who

t, tense and pounding, merging with hers in a rhythm that was both terrifying and comforting. It was a dangerous inti

d, scanning the underbrush. The leader-an older man with gray streaked hair and a scar crossing his cheek-held his bow low, observing t

w, but the Ancient Wolf inside her felt every scent, every trace of intrusion. "They're tracking som

they'll die before they rea

said firmly. "Not yet. Not without reason. We need to

h admiration and concern. "You have more control than I imagin

them-likely a scout-paused, sniffing the air, the smallest of shivers running down his spine. His fingers

air before landing at her feet. Another branch creaked, but the sound was intentionally shifted away from her position.

ery muscle. "Stay close," he said softly. "And whatever you do, don't

cutting through the quiet. "Do you feel it?" he asked.

narrowed. The

urmured. "They know t

y," he warned. "When they reali

ing his men to be silent, cautious. Their senses were honed, but nothing in their training

um of anticipation, sensing the prey and the threat. Yet she forced herse

. "If they make a mistake..." he mutte

re. She reached out, their bond flaring briefly, a quiet pulse of reassurance. I am

unaware of how closely Elara watched every step. "

asy. "There's something here

he forest seemed to hold its b

hunters, their formation, the rhythm of their movements. They are trained, yes-but pred

. Every second she resisted the temptation, she grew stronger, more in control. She could feel the bo

bow drawn. Another arrow notched. The slightest snap of a branch ec

wasn'

ed through, and the tension broke slightly. T

ped again. "Stay a

he moment approaching when these humans would truly understan

e was

on the twisted roots of an ancient oak, her senses reaching far beyond the forest clearing. Every rustle of leaves, every faint scent in the wind, was cataloged, interpreted

is senses merge with hers, the bond pulsing softly. "They're testing the perimeter," he murmured. "T

ild. Yet they were predictable. Every human was predictable if one understood fear, instinct, and the subtle r

ered, almost to herself.

id. His voice was low, but the threat behind it

enough to alert the humans, but enough to steady them both. Their hearts aligned in that p

ow. Their leader held up a hand, signaling patience. The forest w

the surface. Her muscles tensed, ready to shift at the exact moment it would be necessary. She

heir comprehension. The leader spoke softly, almost reverently. "Keep moving,"

ed. "You can feel i

"They can feel it. And

herself to sense the small details-the way the wind shifted around them, the faint vibrations in the earth caused by their

umbled through the forest, low and warning,

. A human-made snare, carefully set, almost invisible to an untrained eye. Her eyes narrowed. T

should," she murmured. "

. "I'll deal with tha

tepping too heavily on a brittle branch-broke the fragile balance. The b

the wolf within and demonstrate their power fully. But she res

s subtly shifting to form obstacles, roots twisting to slow movement. The human

t provoke them too much," he whispered

s protective urge, raw and potent, ready to break through restraint. She plac

elt his thoughts, his warnings, his strategy, and he felt hers-t

ot destroy them yet. We will sho

looked around, bow raised but uncertain. The forest seemed alive, reacting to something he coul

, nudging them with the forest itself. Every step they took was measured, guide

Aeron said quietly, his

"And they will not

felt a deeper connection-not only to Aeron, but to the forest, the wolves, and the legacy of her kind.

ice tight. "They will return," he said. "And

Then we will be ready. But we will not act r

nd. "You're incredible," he said quietly, pride in his

g the next steps. "We have to prepare," she said softly. "They've seen part

aw tighte

ns speak louder than words. You

warmly. They were ready for what was coming, and together, their co

uched low on the roots, the Ancient Wolf within her coiling like a spring. The bond with

the perimeter. His claws scraped faintly against the soil

but with control. Precision." Her voice was low, calm, yet

retreated, but now his presence spoke volumes. "They'll return," he said, voice clippe

rupted quietly, eyes narrowing.

d destroy the balance here," he

rranged in unnatural lines, footprints partially erased by water and wind, and a faint scent of

track them carefully. But

ened. "I'll go,"

"You're compromised. You need to redeem yourself-but not alone

ight of guilt was etched deep into his face, and for the first

, voice soft. "We have to

ded. "Lea

ry rustle and breath of wind under their control. Elara's senses extended farther than any human could imagine: the huma

, a

ees. Not the casual misstep of a human, but deli

pered. "And someone inside the p

hen we deal with both

g release, power, and dominance. She could feel her muscles twitch, her senses h

carefully, forming a defensive line, bows drawn, eyes wide with fear and determination.

her posture, her gaze, her aura radiated authority. The humans f

glowed faintly, a predator restrained but ready. The bond bet

unspoken power surrounding them. One of the elders be

ened. "Impossibl

ses, feeling the humans' fear, their intentions, t

sper, yet enough to create a tremor in the ground. The humans stumbled. The leader barked

remind them all that they were be

ng the scents, the rhythms, the heart

not the full wolf, but enough to make the humans understand the truth of the legends. A t

instinctively, bow lowering.

is place. Speak only truth of what you saw. Tell your kind that the forest and i

ar palpable, leaving the fore

The bond with Aeron remained strong, warm, protective. Sh

tiously, voice quiet

. Power without control destroys ev

le gesture, yet filled with promise and trust. "

ginning. The council's traitor had been exposed indirectly, the humans had

t the price of i

eyes, eyes that had once been trusted now watched. Waiting.

ond pulsing warmly. "We survive," she whispered.

he wolves, and the two bound souls who had awakened a power centuries in the