Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Hunt For Lycan Queen: Kabanata 291 - Kabanata 300

LilaI sat propped against the headboard, my arms cradling both of them, their tiny bodies swaddled in linen, pressed close to my skin.My children. The words still felt impossible. I had dreamed of this moment, feared it, prayed for it in quiet broken moments. But the reality of their warmth agains

RonanThe days blurred together, but not with the same chaos that had marked the birth.Wake, work, patrol, repeat.Thalia moved through it all as though she had always belonged here. Where I faltered, she stepped in. Where exhaustion would have crushed me flat, she steadied the weight before it bro

LilaThe whole village gathered in the square that afternoon, a hush of anticipation woven through the air.Lanterns hung from wooden posts, their light flickering against the oncoming twilight, casting gold across faces who had been kind and welcoming.Wildflowers lay scattered across the clearing

Damon Two Years Later The snow swallowed all the sound. Only the crunch of boots and the wet rasp of dying Rogues broke the silence. I moved through the clearing like a wild animal. My blade flashed once, clean and efficient, and another body hit the ground with a dull thud. The air reeked of iro

The room hummed with low conversation: border gossip, trade routes, and the same stories I’d heard a hundred times before. It was nothing useful. I had half a mind to leave when a voice from the far corner broke through the low hum of tavern murmurs.“…swear it on the moon, she glowed,” a man was saying, his tone boasting and slurred. “Hands like light itself. Healed my brother’s fever with one touch and he was good as new by morning.”My head lifted before I realized it, honing in on the conversation.The speaker was a merchant, middle-aged, half-drunk, spinning tales to a group of guards around his table. I let their laughter wash over me and listened harder.“Where?” someone asked, snorting. “The moon doesn’t walk among us mere mortals.”“Silver Glen,” the merchant said. “A small village near the northern ridge. They call her the Silver Healer. Some say she’s blessed by the Goddess herself. Eyes like molten silver, they say. Glows when she works.”My pulse stumbled once and then ro