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The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 118
Griffen's Point of View The cafeteria smells like burnt toast and coffee, but I can barely taste it. My fork scrapes lazily against the plate as I pick at scrambled eggs I do not even want to eat. I have barely slept, and my thoughts are heavy, tangled in every possible scenario Maddox could be planning next. Brandon slides into the seat across from me with his usual easy grin, but it does not reach his eyes. “Griff, you look like you are already in trouble this morning,” he says, eyeing me carefully. I lift my gaze just enough to give a faint smile. “Trouble finds me, I guess.” He leans in a little closer, lowering his voice. “Did you hear? Another pack was hit last night.” My fork freezes halfway to my mouth. My pulse picks up. “Where?” I ask, keeping my tone neutral, like it is just curiosity and not a knot of panic forming in my chest. “Silvercrest Range,” Brandon says. His expression tightens. “They said it was brutal… real bad.” I nod my head slowly, trying to mask
The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 117
Aria's Point of View The moment the truck slows down, I know. The air changes first, it is thick with smoke, iron, and something sour that clings to the back of my throat. The trees thin as we cross the border, and what comes into view makes my chest tighten until it hurts. Silvercrest Range is scarred. Buildings stand blackened and broken, some nothing more than skeletal frames jutting up against the pale morning sky. The ground is torn apart, deep claw marks raking through dirt and stone, scorched patches where fire kissed too long. Ash drifts lazily in the air, settling on everything like a gray shroud. Dad cuts the engine, and the sudden silence is worse than the noise of the road. I step out of the truck, my boots crunching softly against debris, and the smell hits me at full force. Burned wood. Blood. Fear. It is everywhere, soaked into the earth like it will never leave. Werewolves move through the ruins in small groups, quiet and efficient. Some carry supplies. O
The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 116
Leo's Point of View I am already pulling my jacket on when my phone starts ringing. The sound freezes me mid movement. I do not even have to look at the screen to know something is wrong, but I do anyway. Dad. This early. My stomach tightens instantly. I answer. “Dad?” His voice is tight, clipped, all business and no warmth. “Leo. There has been another attack.” The words land like a physical blow. My hand curls around the phone as I turn towards the window, watching early morning light creep across the academy grounds, students still asleep, blissfully unaware. “Which pack?” I ask, already bracing myself. “There is no time to get into details right now,” he says. “I am on my way to get you. Be ready.” My chest constricts. “How bad is it?” There is a pause, just long enough to tell me everything he is not saying. “Bad enough,” he answers quietly. I swallow hard, nodding my head even though he cannot see me. “I will be outside.” The call ends. I lower the ph
The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 115
Maddox's Point of View The map is spread across the rough wooden table, its edges curling in the damp air of the tent. I press my palm flat against it, right over the jagged lines marking the mountain range, and feel the familiar surge of certainty settle into my bones. Silvercrest Range. Rhys stands across from me, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes sharp as he studies the same markings. The camp is quiet outside, too quiet. The kind of silence that only exists before something breaks it apart. “They patrol heavy along the western ridge,” Rhys says. “Rotations change at dusk.” I nod my head slowly. I already know. I have memorized their habits, their weaknesses, the way they rely too much on terrain and not enough on instinct. “That is why we hit at sunset,” I say. My voice is calm, controlled. “When the light is low and their focus shifts. They will think the mountains are protecting them.” I drag my finger along the edge of the map, tracing a narrow pass that c
The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 114
Griffen's Point of View I spot them the second I step into the cafeteria. Aria sits at the table near the windows, sunlight catching in her hair the way it always does. Leo is across from her, relaxed but alert in that way he is never lost. Cole sits far too close for my liking, leaning in as he talks, and Alaric has just pulled out a chair, dropping into it like he belongs there, because he does. They look… normal. Together. My chest tightens, sharp and sudden, like I have forgotten how to breathe. I slow my steps without meaning to, my tray heavy in my hands as I take them in. Aria laughs at something Cole says, soft, and real. It is not forced. It is not polite. It is the kind of laugh she used to give me before everything broke. Before Maddox. Before the attacks. Before I ruined everything. “Alaric got back late last night,” Brandon says beside me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glance at him. “What?” He nods gis head towards the table. “He came back fro
The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 113
Aria's Point of View The academy feels strangely loud this morning. Maybe it is just that Crescent Bloodmoon was so quiet, filled with the sounds of rebuilding and grief instead of chatter and clattering dishes. But as I step into the cafeteria, the familiar buzz of voices presses around me like a tide I am not quite ready for. Leo and Cole already have a table. They wave me over, their trays loaded with eggs and fruit and the academy’s attempt at pancakes. I force a small smile and sit between them. “Our first day back,” Cole groans dramatically, stabbing a piece of bacon. “And it already feels wrong.” “I agree,” Leo says, rubbing a hand through his hair. “I would rather be back helping Alaric’s pack.” “Me too,” I say softly. It is strange, how quickly routine tries to reclaim me. Classes. Homework. Training. Like nothing happened. Like people did not lose their homes just days ago. I push my food around, trying to convince myself to eat. Leo fills the silence. “We
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