Moon bound Hearts: The Wolf and the Crown Prince
In the mystical kingdom of Neverland, where ancient prophecies shape the fate of wolves and humans alike, seventeen-year-old Lyria has spent her life hiding the silver flame burning beneath her skin. Feared by her own kind and hunted by those who seek her power, she wants only one thing-freedom.
But when she crosses paths with Aiden Everhart, the Crown Prince bound to a future he never chose, everything changes. A forbidden prophecy awakens, linking their destinies in ways neither understands. As danger closes in-from corrupted sorcery, twisted creatures, and the ruthless ambitions of Lady Seraphina-Lyria discovers she is more than a girl running from her past.
She is the Silver Wolf.
A guardian.
A force that can save the realm... or destroy it.
With the kingdom turning against them and the prophecy unraveling, Lyria and Aiden must face impossible trials, confront their deepest fears, and choose what kind of future they want to fight for-together. But power always comes with a cost, and the final choice may reshape Neverland forever.
A tale of courage, destiny, and the bond that defies fate-
perfect for fans of magical quests, royal intrigue, and epic fantasy worlds.
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Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5 - A BOND IN THE SHADOWS
The forest thinned as Aiden's guards led the horses toward a narrow trail that wound around a ridge. The sky above darkened from gold to deep violet, the first stars trembling awake. Lyria walked beside Aiden's horse, keeping to the shadows instinctively though the guards kept glancing at her with a mix of suspicion and awe.
Aiden sat slumped in the saddle, pale but alive. Too alive. His gaze kept drifting to her, as if he feared she might vanish if he looked away.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Lyria asked softly.
His smile came slow, warm, and deeply human despite the royal crest on his armor. "I've never felt better."
She flushed. "That's not true. You're bleeding through your bandage again."
"Then I feel almost better," he corrected.
She hadn't meant to smile back, but she did.
Whispers of Royal Blood
The guards muttered as they rode a few paces ahead.
"Do you think she bewitched him?"
"No one heals wounds like that. Not even royal healers."
"She might be a forest witch."
"Or worse."
Lyria's ears wolf sharp caught every word.
Aiden must have heard enough to understand, because he turned sharply.
"She's not a witch," he said. "She saved my life. Show her respect."
The guards stiffened, chastised. They said nothing more.
Lyria swallowed hard. She wasn't used to being defended. Certainly not by a prince.
"You didn't have to do that," she murmured.
"Yes," Aiden said quietly. "I did."
The Path to Prince's Rest
The trail broke open onto a valley, and Lyria drew a breath.
Below, nestled among great curling roots of ancient trees, stood Prince's Rest-a fortified way post built from pale stone and glowing lantern vines. Silver banners fluttered from the towers, reflecting the moon.
"It's beautiful," Lyria whispered.
Aiden watched her face instead of the outpost. "I'm glad you think so."
A shiver ran through her. The pull between them was stronger here, clearer. It felt like an invisible string tugging at her ribs whenever he spoke.
"Your Highness," one guard said, "we will send word to the capital that you're returning with an escort at dawn."
Aiden nodded, though his expression darkened briefly. "Very well."
Lyria didn't miss it.
He wasn't eager to return.
"Are you expected?" she asked.
Aiden hesitated. "More than expected." His tone cooled, distant. "I'm being hunted by politics as much as monsters."
She frowned, trying to understand. "Because you're a prince."
His jaw tightened. "Because I'm the heir. And heirs come with expectations-marriages, alliances, alliances disguised as marriages..."
His voice trailed off.
Lyria felt a strange ache ripple through her chest. A feeling she didn't want to name.
Before she could ask more, Aiden staggered when he dismounted. Lyria rushed forward instinctively.
He caught himself on her shoulder.
"Sorry," he murmured, breath warm against her ear. "Seems I'm still unsteady."
Lyria swallowed. "Lean on me."
He hesitated a moment-a prince depending on a stranger of unknown blood but then he nodded.
And for that short walk toward the way post gate, he let her carry part of his weight.
Lanternlight and Questions
Inside Prince's Rest, lantern vines spilled soft blue glow along the walls. Healing tables were lined with vials and herbs. Aiden's guards rushed ahead, alerting the keepers.
Lyria helped him onto a cushioned bench. He winced.
"You should let the healers finish what I started," she said.
"I will," he promised, but his eyes stayed on her instead of the healers approaching.
A middle-aged woman in healer robes knelt beside him. "Your Highness, what happened?"
"A forest guardian attacked," Aiden said. "This girl Lyria found me and healed me."
The healer's eyes widened. She looked at Lyria with awe and fear twisted together. "You... healed royal flesh?"
Lyria shifted uncomfortably. "I didn't think about titles. He was dying."
The healer bowed slightly. "Titles or not, you've done something extraordinary."
Lyria backed away to give them space. But Aiden reached for her hand.
"Stay," he whispered.
She froze. His fingers were warm, roughened from sword practice but gentle around her knuckles. The thrill that rushed up her arm made her wolf stir restlessly.
"Please."
It was the please that undid her.
She stayed.
While the healers worked, Aiden kept his gaze on her as if she were anchoring him to the world.
A Secret Unveiled
Night thickened. Lyria sat at the foot of Aiden's bed while he rested. The guards kept their distance now, whispering nervously every so often but not daring to interrupt.
Aiden opened his eyes at last, lids heavy.
"You're still here," he said, relief softening his voice.
"You asked me to be."
"I'm glad." He shifted, sitting up slightly. "I need to ask you something."
Lyria straightened. "What is it?"
Aiden hesitated, then reached out. His fingers brushed the edge of her sleeve.
"Your hands... the light that came from them..." His eyes locked on hers, steady. "Is it magic?"
Lyria's heart thudded.
She could lie.
She could run.
She could hide the truth, as she had her entire life.
But something about Aiden his honesty, his quiet strength, the way he spoke to her like an equal made hiding feel wrong for the first time.
She lifted her hand slowly.
Silver flame flickered over her skin-gentle, like moonlight waking.
Aiden inhaled sharply.
"It doesn't burn," he whispered.
"No," Lyria said. "It heals. It purifies. But I don't understand it. I only just... awakened it."
Aiden studied her in wonder, not fear. "Lyria... you're extraordinary."
Her cheeks heated. "Or dangerous. Most people think that."
"I'm not most people."
Silence stretched-soft, warm, charged.
This time, Lyria couldn't look away.
This time, she didn't want to.
The Pull Between Them
Aiden reached for her hand again. Slowly. Carefully. Giving her time to pull away.
She didn't.
His fingers closed around hers with a gentleness that made her chest tighten. And when their skin touched
A jolt raced through her.
Silver fire flared under her ribs.
Aiden's eyes widened. "Did you feel that?"
"Yes," she whispered.
The pull between them grew stronger, a magnetic force humming through their bones. It didn't feel like magic.
It felt like recognition.
Aiden leaned closer, his voice barely a breath. "I don't know who you are, Lyria. But I swear I've been waiting for you longer than I've lived."
Her heart trembled. Her wolf pressed against her ribs, sensing a bond forming-something primal, ancient, inevitable.
"Aiden..." she breathed.
But before their connection could deepen, the great bells of Prince's Rest thundered overhead.
BOOM.
BOOM.
The guards ran in, panic on their faces.
"Healers, get the prince inside the inner chamber!" one shouted. "A signal just arrived from the capital Lady Seraphina is coming at dawn!"
Aiden's expression fell into shadow.
Lyria didn't know why the name made him tense but she felt it instantly,
like a blade sliding between them.
Their hands slipped apart.
And the pull inside her twisted into its first taste of fear
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