Semua Bab Bound By Magic And Moonlight: Bab 31 - Bab 34

Hazel's Point of ViewI sit at my desk, my elbows resting on either side of my laptop, fingers curled tightly around the warmth of my second cappuccino of the day. My eyes scan the screen in front of me, squinting slightly at the wall of conflicting information. I type "Lycan origin myths + werewolf distinction" into the search bar and hit enter. Dozens of articles pop up, each contradicting the last, some claiming Lycans are just another term for werewolves, others saying they’re older, stronger, nearly immortal. Some threads spiral into folklore and conspiracy theories. Others sound like the beginning of horror novels.I drag a hand down my face with a quiet sigh. It’s like trying to find truth in fog.I click on another link. More confusion. A forum of self proclaimed “paranormal experts” debating everything from moonstones to blood rituals to royal bloodlines. My eyes skim paragraph after paragraph but none of it helps. If anything, the internet is only adding to the unease curlin

Drake's Point of ViewThe late afternoon sun casts long shadows through the blinds of my office window, painting faint golden lines across my desk. But I barely notice them. My mind is elsewhere, racing, restless. It’s been a week since Aiden took off. A full seven days of silence. Seven days of unanswered calls, unread texts, and this heavy, gnawing guilt I can’t seem to shake off.I stare at my phone on the desk like it might change its mind and ring back. My thumb hesitates over his name one more time. Before I hit call again.It rings.Once.Twice.Again and again.No answer.The usual.I exhale hard through my nose and drop the phone onto the desk with a frustrated thud, raking a hand through my hair. The silence in the room feels louder than ever. My thoughts are a tangle of what ifs and should haves, looping in circles with no clear end.A knock at the door pulls me out of it.“Come in,” I call, straightening up in my chair just a little.Nicole and Abby walk in. Abby’s express