Semua Bab Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Bab 251 - Bab 260

The dining hall of the Lycan King was nothing short of magnificent. A long oak table stretched across the center of the vast chamber, polished to such a gleam that the reflections of the chandeliers above flickered faintly across its surface. High, arched windows let in slants of morning light, softening the severity of the stone walls. The scent of roasted meat, freshly baked bread, spiced honey, and warm herbs filled the air, making my stomach twist with both hunger and unease. Each aroma was distinct yet blended into a comforting, heady mix that reminded me that the pack thrived not only on strength, but on ritual and indulgence.Servants moved quietly, yet swiftly, around the table. Some carried silver trays stacked with warm rolls that steamed when the lids were lifted, the butter glinting golden in the morning light. Others refilled goblets with rich red wine, watered-down mead, or thick, creamy milk. Two stood at either end of the chamber, still as statues, clutching folded

The air in the training field was thick with expectation. All around me, the crowd’s chatter had quieted into a hum of tension as Leon and Timothy stepped into the circle. The sunlight glinted off Leon’s sweat-sheened arms, and I could see the cocky grin tugging at his lips even before the first move was made. Timothy, by contrast, looked calm, shoulders loose, his stance relaxed yet firm, as though the fight were nothing more than a formality he had agreed to for the sake of order.I sat between Diana and Naomi, my eyes fixed on the two males.“Leon looks too sure of himself,” Diana whispered, nudging me with her elbow.I gave her a small nod, not taking my gaze off the pair. “You are right,”Naomi scoffed lightly. “He always does. But overconfidence never saved anyone. I’m sure my brother can take him.”Let’s see then. The proud fool versus the humble idiot.The whistle came from Naomi, sharp and cutting through the silence. Instantly, Leon lunged forward, his movements sharp and f

The entrance was massive, arched like the jaws of some slumbering beast. Moss clung to the dark stone, and faint carvings etched into the rock shimmered when the sunlight touched them. Strange symbols, old as the earth itself, which whispered of forgotten rites. The air grew cooler as we approached, carrying with it the faint scent of damp stone and something metallic—blood, or perhaps old magic. Birds circled overhead, their cries sharp, uneasy.Adam paused, gesturing toward the entrance. “This is where the worship session will take place,” he said. “We are hours early, but there are many things to see. The caves hold more than shadows.”I stared at the yawning darkness, my magic stirring faintly in response. Whatever lay within, I knew it would not be ordinary. But of course. This wasn't my first time here. A shiver traced my spine even so, despite the warmth of the sun on my back. Maybe because of my magic. The last time I was here, I was a little worse than a mere human.Diana

The ceremony had ended, the echoes of drums and chants fading into the twilight. Outside the cave, the surroundings smelled of smoke and earth, of candles burnt low and prayers whispered into the cooling air. I watched, strangely satiated by the whole celebration, as people moved in groups toward their homes, each carrying plastic bags of gifts—courtesy of the King.Then I noticed my first foster mother watching me. She was waiting for her husband—I believed, but while waiting, she was watching me.Diana squeezed my hand. Of course she had noticed. We waved at the same time, small smiles on our lips. She was startled at our recognizing her presence—she even looked behind her, to know if she was the one we're actually greeting—but she waved at us in return, a contemplative smile on her lips."Do you want to go to her?" A whisper veiled in magic."I think so."We stepped forward, my eyes staying on her figure seated by the carved stone fountain—a woman, hair streaked with silver, fac

This was my last night at the pack, and the night where all festivities reached their highest height. The splendor was unlike anything from the days before. We were in the largest pack hall, located in the eastern wing of the king's palace, and it was a masterpiece of overwhelming taste.Was this necessary to celebrate the goddess too? I wondered, looking around the hall for the umpteenth time.The hall was too much in every possible way—tastefully furnished, yes, but perhaps excessively so. Long chandeliers hung from the arched ceiling, dripping with hundreds of crystals that refracted the golden glow of enchanted lanterns. Each wall was adorned with heavy drapes of deep crimson velvet embroidered with threads of silver that caught the light whenever anyone walked past. On the far end, just behind the high platform reserved for the royal family, a mural of the moon goddess dominated the entire wall—her hands spread in blessing, silver paint catching the flicker of flame from doze