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Chapter 553 The Sky Carries Warnings
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 558 The Forest Does Not Forget
ScarlettWe’re not alone here.I don’t mean that something’s following us, though that’s true, too. I mean the forest remembers.It remembers us.The group is taking a short break. Erik and Ilsa are arguing quietly over which direction is safest. Like any direction means safety in a place like this.Chris and Elliott haven’t quite managed to wipe the smug off their faces, which makes me think they weren’t just ‘scouting’ earlier.And Caelan is off by himself again, watching the trees with a frown that never seems to leave him.I drift toward a cluster of trees on the far side of the clearing.My skin is prickling again. Not like my instincts sense danger. More like a sense of recognition. Like something old and vast just whispered my name in a language I used to speak.The trees are wide and smooth-barked here.Their trunks twist slightly, as if they’ve been leaning toward each other for centuries, trying to share secrets they don’t want the wind to hear.And carved into one, so faint
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 557 Come Closer, I Dare You
ElliottNight falls sharp and fast.The others are tucked away in the clearing behind us, lulled into uneasy sleep. But Chris and I are on watch, circling the edge of the warded perimeter, blades and instincts sharp.The sky above us is open, stars like scattered bone across black velvet.Wind slinks through the trees but never touches us directly.It's as if the forest is wary. Or maybe it’s just waiting.Chris stretches beside me, rolling his shoulders, shirt riding up just enough to flash a slice of golden-brown skin and the faintest edge of a scar I gave him.We were sparring. It was one of those afternoons where neither of us wanted to yield.His gaze slides to me and he has that look on his face.Gods.It starts as a gleam. His eyes dragging over me like they’ve done it a thousand times and still aren’t bored.They pause on my mouth, my throat, my hands.And then the corner of his lip curls.Not a smile. A challenge.“You’re staring,” I murmur.“You like it.”He’s not wrong.I c
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 556 Every Step Is a Trap
IlsaThe trees aren’t right.I know I’m not supposed to say that anymore. We’ve all agreed the trees are wrong so many times it’s basically a chorus. But gods, these ones are wrong in new ways.They’re too still. Not silent—still. Like they’re holding position.Watching. Waiting. Biding their time.The sunlight overhead flickers like someone’s dimming and undimming a lantern. No clouds. Just a light that twitches like it can’t decide whether it’s morning or dusk.Scarlett notices first. She always does.“Is it just me,” she says quietly, “Or is the sun moving backward?”Elliott glances up, then away just as fast. “Not gonna look. Not gonna mess with it. I value my sanity, thanks.”Chris mutters something about clocks and head injuries.Erik’s the only one who looks halfway calm, which would be comforting if he didn’t have that soft frown he gets when he’s quietly freaking out.I try not to look at Caelan. But he’s watching the trees like they’ve got knives.“Tell me this isn’t normal,
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 555 Fangs Beneath the Soil
ChrisThe forest doesn’t want us here.I feel it in the way my skin crawls, the way the dirt sticks to my boots like it’s trying to hold me in place.Everything’s gone too still again. No birdsong. No movement. Just the endless hush of branches pressing in, tighter than they were a few hours ago.Elliott walks a few paces ahead of me, quiet and sharp-eyed.He keeps glancing to the side, like something’s stalking the edge of his vision. I know the feeling. It’s been like this since Scarlett collapsed. Since that thing with antlers spoke and the forest started bending around her.We haven’t seen Caelan since this morning. I’m not sure if that makes me more or less anxious.“You okay?” I ask Elliott, keeping my voice low.He nods without looking back. “No.”Fair enough.We move off-trail. Not far from the others, just… a little space. We need it.Need the hush of trees and the crackle of leaves to settle between us without more questions, more fear, more gods-damned eeriness.The trees t
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 554 The Edge of Him Is Blades
CaelanThe forest isn’t quiet. Not to me.Not anymore.It hums under my skin like a warning, like the prelude to a song I already know the ending to.The trees here don’t breathe, they listen. And the moss doesn’t soften footsteps, it memorizes them.The mortals don’t hear it. Not clearly. The wolf-kin among them feel pieces of it. Ripples along the spine, some ancient echo in the blood. But none of them see what I see.The seams are fraying.And one of them, she, is right in the center of the rip.I move fast through the trees, faster than any of them could track.The air is thick with that scent again. |Ash and memory. Not smoke. Not fire. But what’s left after. The quiet hush of something sacred being broken. The magic here has been torn.And it knows I can feel it.I pause near a tree marked by old runes. None of them mine, none of them friendly.They glow faintly, barely visible unless you know what to look for. I trace one with a fingertip, and the bark pulses like flesh.Still
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 553 The Sky Carries Warnings
ScarlettI come back to myself slowly.First, it’s sound.Erik’s voice, low and urgent, cutting through the silence. My name, over and over, threaded with panic.Then touch. His hands on my face and shoulders. Warm and steady. The tether I didn’t know I still needed.Then I see the sky.And gods, it’s wrong.“What…” My voice scrapes out like smoke. “What happened?”“You collapsed,” Erik says, cupping the back of my neck. His hand is shaking. “You were burning up.”“I saw it.” My throat sticks around the words. “I saw… everything.”The others are standing around me, silently watchful. I feel their eyes on me like pressure against my skin.Chris crouches a few paces off, his sword unsheathed but lowered. Ilsa’s still as stone. Elliott looks pale.Caelan is nowhere to be seen, but he takes off on his own every day and somehow is back with us when we set up camp.“I couldn’t stop it,” I say. “Whatever that thing is, it was inside my head. Inside my magic.”“Do you remember what it said?”
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