Prophecy Of The Lycan Queen

"He's your what?" Amira shouted, eyes wide with disbelief.Callie flinched and grabbed her arm. "Keep your voice down!" she hissed, glancing around to make sure no one heard. The surrounding was mostly empty, but her heart still pounded like a drum in her chest. Amira blinked at her, mouth falling open. "How? How do you know it's him?"Callie swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I don’t know,” she whispered, "but he told me to meet him tonight. At eight. At Angel’s Den.”Amira’s face shifted from shock to full-blown panic. “Wait… you think he knows? What about Lily? Everyone says she's his Luna. What if this is some kind of trap? What if… what if he’s messing with you?”Callie’s stomach twisted. She stepped back, her chest tightening as her eyes welled up. “Stop, Amira,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’re freaking me out.”Her breath came in shallow pulls, and she blinked fast, but it didn’t stop the tears. “This was supposed to be the best day of my life…”Her voice broke.“He kisse

Callie took her usual spot in the lecture hall, her personal sanctuary tucked a few seats away from Amira and Alex. Far enough to spare herself their whispered love talk, close enough to hear Amira if she suddenly went on one of her rants. The moment she sat, she let out a sigh and dropped her head onto the desk with a dull thud. Her bones ached; her mind felt heavier than her body. All she wanted was five quiet minutes.But the universe, of course, had other plans.Barely a second after her forehead touched the desk, the room exploded into excited squeaks and gasps. Callie’s brows twitched. She didn’t lift her head just yet. Maybe if she ignored it, it would pass.Sadly, she wasn’t that lucky.“Callie! CALLIE!” Amira’s squeal pierced her ear.Groaning, Callie lifted her head and squinted at her friend. “What the hell is going on?”Amira practically bounced in her seat. “That’s him! The new guy everyone’s talking about!”Callie turned toward the entrance. And when her eyes landed on

Callie stood at the grand door of the pack’s hall, her fingers trembling against the golden handle. The last time she had seen Owen… or Damon, was when she ran from that awful scene in the lecture hall before it could explode into something even worse. She had been hiding in her room ever since but tonight, she was back in their world again, wrapped in a soft evening gown that suddenly felt too tight around her ribs.She smoothed her palms down the fabric and paced in front of the entrance, trying to steady her breath. Alpha Rowan, the park’s alpha, had announced that there would be a ritual tonight to reveal and celebrate the future Luna. And even though Owen had rejected her, a small flicker of hope hung in her heart. Maybe when the truth is revealed tonight, in front of everyone, he will change his mind. Maybe being chosen publicly would force him to accept the mate bond instead of acting like she was nothing but a toy to him.It was pathetic… she knew that. A part of her burned w

Damon sat on the penthouse terrace, observing the green garden scenery spread below like a dark velvet carpet. He liked the quiet up here, the calm that comes after each day’s chaos. He let his fingers drum the stone rail and watched the moon cut silver lines across the trees.Autumn came out without knocking. She looked angrier than her usual resting bitch face. Her heels clicked fiercely on the tiles as she strutted towards him.He didn’t look surprised. “Speak Autumn,” he said, casually, but he squared himself wondering what she was so worked up for.“You tell me,” she said, folding her arms. “What is it I hear about you starting a fight with Owen?”Damon raised a brow. “Seriously? You don’t even leave the manor and somehow you know everything. And, no… I didn’t start a fight. If I did, he’d be dead.”Autumn’s mouth tilted. “Oh, come on. If you keep that on everyone’ll figure out what we are.” Her voice was low and sharp. “You don't want your buddy finding out that you're here, or

Whispers rose from the corner of the hallway.“Oh, it’s her,” someone muttered.“The short devil…” another voice added.Callie’s breath caught in her throat as Dazzle’s body stretched and expanded without bones snapping or fur breaking through skin. That’s not how a shift is supposed to look. A cold shiver rolled down Callie’s spine. ‘What is she?’The girls who had been taunting Callie seconds ago went pale. Their sneers melted into fear as they started backing away, voices shaking.One of them swallowed hard. “Uh… I-I’m sorry,” she stammered."We didn't mean- -"Dazzle tilted her head to the side slowly, her eyes narrowing. When she spoke, her voice came out in a low growl that didn't match her usual small frame at all."Not to me." she growled.The girls practically tripped over themselves scrambling toward Callie. "We’re sorry! I’m sorry… please, we’re really sorry!" they blurted out, tripping over their own words.Callie blinked. "Uhh... it's fine."She barely registered their ap