Semua Bab The Lycan King’s Playtoy: Bab 171 - Bab 174

DaneI can hear the peaceful sounds of dawn over the Silvermoon Pack territory. It was torn like an injury, crying out into a blue sky bleeding crimson and gold. Jagged shadows stretched over broken, savage borderlands. Our small group of elite-only ten warriors, all Ironclaw Lycans hardened and silent, trekked through those frost-kissed woods; breaths steaming in the chill air, the scent of pine and damp earth sharp in my nostrils. Luisa was next to me, her gray cloak hugging her tiny body, dark curls spilling outside its hood; hazel eyes held a haunted determination. My wolf growled within me, a restless beast torn between pride in her courage, and dread at facing Finn, her brother, and Kiara, the architect of our chaos. The weight of my guilt, her parents' blood, and my failed attempt at killing Finn tore at me like a stone in my gut, but I managed to keep my eyes forward. My black tunic and armor became a second skin; my sword was heavy at my hip.We entered the clearing where li

LusiaThe Silvermoon battlefield was a crucible of despair, its churned earth a bloody quagmire, laden with shattered blades and broken bodies, while the dawn’s crimson light cast a gory veil over the slaughter. My white wolf form trembled, my fur matted with blood and mud, my muscles screaming from the pain of war, my hazel eyes burning with tears. The metallic luster of blood mingling with the hissing sound of liquid silver, the wild musk of clashing Lycans and werewolves, thickened the air. The memories of my brother Finn lying lifeless, his brown wolf form sprawled out, Dane's claws dripping with his blood, rent my heart into shreds—a wound deeper than any blade. The sound of Dane's scream of rage and guilt still echoed, a raw reflection of my grief, but I stood frozen, panting in my white wolf form, my blurred vision revealing a memory of the brother who had called me whore but was nevertheless my blood. A jagged, cruel laugh cut through the chaos, and Kiara emerged from the f