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Aria's Point of View The dining hall smells like warm bread and honeyed oats, the kind of comfort that is supposed to anchor you to the moment. Sunlight spills through the tall windows in pale ribbons, catching dust motes midair and turning them into something almost magical. I sit at the long oak table between Cole and Maren, a bowl of porridge cooling in front of me, my spoon resting in my hand. I lift the spoon, eat, chew. But the motions feel practiced, and automatic. The taste barely registers. Two days. It has been two days since we returned, two days since the academy gates closed behind us and everything was supposed to settle back into place. Two days since I found out Griffen left the academy grounds without telling anyone where he was going. My gaze drifts to the far doors of the hall without me meaning it to, half expecting him to stride in late, his hair still damp from morning drills, that crooked grin like he knows something the rest of us don’t. The doors stay
The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 121
Griffen's Point of View I move through the forest without hurry, letting my pace match the rhythm of the land. The trees here grow close together, their trunks thick and scarred, branches interlacing overhead until the light thins to a dull green haze. This is the first spot, the inward curve of the border where the terrain does half the work for an attacker. I slow as I approach, every step deliberate. The ground dips subtly, just enough to hide movement from the usual patrol lines. Ferns and low brush grow thick here, their scent sharp and wet beneath my boots. I crouch down, pressing my fingers into the soil. It has been disturbed recently, not enough to raise alarm, but enough to tell a story. Something heavy passed through, careful but not careful enough. I close my eyes and breathe in. Pine. Damp earth. And beneath it all, something familiar that makes my stomach twist. Lycans. It is faint, days old at least, but it lingers like a ghost. Not Maddox himself, he neve
The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 120
Griffen's Point of View The forest thins as I crest the last ridge, the pack lands opening up below me in a wide sweep of pine and stone. My truck idles for a moment before I cut the engine, the sudden quiet ringing in my ears. I sit there longer than I should, my hands tight on the steering wheel, my eyes scanning the tree line, the borders, and the paths that funnel in and out of the territory. This is it. The pattern on the map did not lie. If Maddox strikes again, it will be here. I grab my bag and step out, the air sharp and clean, nothing like the smoke and blood I have come to associate with these places. That alone twists something in my chest. They do not know what is coming. Two patrol wolves catch my scent before I even reach the main path. They appear from the trees in human form, guarded but not hostile, their eyes tracking every move I make. “I am here to see the Alpha,” I say evenly, keeping my hands visible. “My name is Griffen.” They exchange a glance be
The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 119
Aria's Point of View I move carefully through what is left of the storage building, a clipboard tucked under my arm, the smell of smoke still clinging to the air no matter how much time passes. I did not choose this task, but it is where I am needed, and right now that is enough. Crates are stacked unevenly along the walls, some salvaged, some newly delivered, and I take inventory one item at a time. Bandages. Antibiotics. Water. Dried food. Blankets. My pen scratches steadily against the paper, the small, ordinary sound grounding me. I force myself to focus on numbers instead of scorch marks, on lists instead of the memories that threaten to surface every time I glance outside. People move in and out around me, quiet, efficient, exhausted. Everyone here wears the same tight, and hollow look. I do not know how much time passes. Minutes blur into hours. The sun shifts in the sky, light slanting differently through the broken windows, and my legs start to ache from standing. I am
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
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