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CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

Author: Andyekanem
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-03 18:53:33

SKYE'S POV

The late afternoon sun hung low over the western ridge, casting a brilliant, golden amber wash across the ancient stone battlements of Nighthaven. Down in the valley, the shadows of the high pines stretched long and dark across the emerald-green meadows, and the distant, rushing roar of the glacial river carried a soothing, rhythmic cadence through the calm summer air.

I sat at the heavy oak desk in our private chambers, finally closing the architectural drafts for the lower villag
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    SKYE'S POV The rain lasted until dawn. I woke to the soft drumming of water against the tall windows of our chambers and the distant rumble of thunder retreating into the western mountains. The storm had washed the valley clean. When I stepped onto the balcony wrapped in one of Eryx’s heavy wool cloaks, the air smelled of wet pine, cold stone, and fresh earth. Below, Nighthaven was slowly waking. Servants crossed the courtyards carrying baskets of bread. Guards changed shifts beneath the dripping archways. Smoke rose from the kitchens in pale silver ribbons, and the river beyond the walls flashed bright and swollen beneath the morning light. Strong arms circled my waist from behind. “You escaped,” Eryx murmured against my hair. “Only temporarily.” “I was promised a race to the breakfast table.” I laughed softly, leaning back against his chest. “You cheated.” “I won.” “Because you have longer legs.” “A tactical advantage, not cheating.” I turned in his arms,

  • MOON MARKED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER SIXTY ONE

    SKYE'S POV The festival should have ended at midnight. That had been Kael’s official decree, delivered with the solemnity of a military order and accompanied by a four-page schedule detailing lantern extinguishing procedures, noise reduction protocols, and the acceptable rate of post-celebration dispersal. Naturally, the miners ignored it. By the time the moon climbed high above the valley, the dance competition had evolved into a full-scale cultural event involving southern merchants, northern blacksmiths, three bards, two shepherds, and—somehow—Marta serving as the official judge. I stood beside Eryx near the fountain, laughing so hard my stomach hurt as a bearded miner attempted a spinning step that nearly sent him into a table of honey cakes. “He’s going to break his ankle,” I whispered. “He’s going to break Kael first,” Eryx murmured back. As if summoned by fate, Kael appeared through the crowd, flower crown still firmly in place, carrying a clipboard. A clipbo

  • MOON MARKED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER SIXTY

    SKYE'S POV The music wrapped around us like living fire. Warm lantern light painted the courtyard in gold and amber as Eryx drew me into the center of the square. Around us, the people of Nighthaven clapped in rhythm, their laughter and cheers rising into the summer night. The scent of roasted meat, honey cakes, and pine smoke drifted through the air, mingling with the sweet perfume of wildflowers woven into the festival garlands. For a moment, I forgot I was queen. I forgot the weight of treaties, council meetings, winter reserves, and border disputes. I was simply Skye. And the man holding me was simply Eryx. His hand settled at my waist, warm and steady, while our joined fingers lifted between us. The musicians struck a slower melody, the violin weaving through the deeper notes of the lute. “You planned this,” I accused softly as we began to move. His silver eyes gleamed with innocence that fooled absolutely no one. “Planned what?” “The opening dance. The mus

  • MOON MARKED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER FIFTY NINE

    SKYE'S POV The first bell of the Mid-Summer Festival rang just before sunset. Its deep bronze note rolled across the valley like a warm tide, echoing from the fortress walls and drifting through the orchards, the workshops, and the crowded market square below. For a heartbeat, everything in Nighthaven seemed to pause. Then the second bell followed, brighter and higher, and the kingdom erupted into life. Laughter rose from the lower streets. Children shrieked with excitement. Somewhere near the fountain, a lute struck its first lively chord. I stood at the tall window of our chambers, watching the golden light spill across the valley. The banners were beautiful. Crimson, forest green, and deep gold streamed from the battlements, catching the evening wind like flames. Lanterns had already been lit along the terraces, their soft amber glow beginning to replace the fading sun. Beyond the walls, the meadows shimmered under the last light of day, and the river looked like a ribbon of

  • MOON MARKED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

    The morning sun cast long shadows across the meadow as Skye and Eryx made their way toward the ancient oak that marked the boundary between their lands. Three days had passed since the battle, and though peace had returned to the kingdom, whispers of unrest still lingered in the air.“Are you certain about this?” Skye asked, her fingers intertwined with his. “The Council hasn’t met in generations.”Eryx’s jaw tightened. “We have no choice. The boundary stones are weakening. If we don’t act now, the Veil will thin completely.”They reached the oak, its massive trunk scarred with symbols that pulsed faintly in the morning light. Skye placed her palm against the rough bark, feeling the ancient magic hum beneath her touch.“I’ve never summoned the Council before,” she admitted. “What if they don’t come?”“They’ll come.” Eryx’s voice carried certainty, though his eyes betrayed his lingering doubt as the first shadows of the Council began to stir from their long slumber.“Then we must be re

  • MOON MARKED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN

    SKYE'S POV The midday sun beat down mercilessly upon the upper battlements of Nighthaven, reflecting blinding sheets of light off the meticulously polished granite stones and baking the air into a shimmering, heavy haze. Down in the valley, the high summer heat had transformed the emerald pastures into a vibrant, sun-drenched sea of gold and green, where wildflowers bowed lazily beneath the occasional passing thermal current. It was a season of profound abundance, of quiet certainty, and of relentless, industrious life that spanned every corner of our united domain. Inside the fortress, however, a very different kind of heat was currently generating friction—and it had nothing to do with the weather. I stood beside the massive slate table in the map room, my fingers resting lightly against the cool stone surface as I stared down at a sprawling, multicolored parchment that looked less like an administrative document and more like a tactical battle plan designed by an overzealous c

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