All Chapters of The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aria's Point of View The truck rolls to a stop on what used to be Crescent Bloodmoon’s central grounds, and for a moment none of us move. Not even Dad. We just sit there staring out the windshield, taking in the all the destruction. My breath catches. Almost every building is burned, some still smoking, others standing as blackened shells. The training hall is gone. The eastern bunkhouse is nothing but charred beams. Even the main pack hous, that usually seemed so unshakeable, has scorch marks crawling up its stone walls like dark veins. But… there are people. There are a lot of people standing. There are people moving. At least people alive. It is not like the last two attacks. There are not bodies strewn everywhere. The air, while thick with smoke and ash, is not filled with mourning wails. There is a lot of damage, massive, devastating damage, but Crescent Bloodmoon still stands. Leo exhales a shaky breath. “Oh, thank the goddess…” Dad is out of the truck before

Griffen's Point of View I wake with a sharp, hollow ache twisting through my stomach. Hunger, real hunger, not the kind you ignore when you are distracted, but the kind that makes your whole body feel weak. I cannot remember the last time I ate an actual meal. Before the attacks started, probably. Before everything turned into late night driving, searching, tracking, and hoping. I drag a hand over my face and sit up. My room is dim, the blinds still drawn, the map on my desk a messy outline of everything I cannot solve. My stomach growls loud enough to echo off the walls. “Yeah, yeah,” I mutter at it. “I am going.” A hot shower helps shake off some of the exhaustion clinging to me. Steam fills the small bathroom, and for a minute I let myself just stand there, my eyes closed, letting the heat loosen all the tension I have been carrying in my shoulders. But the moment the water stops, the world comes rushing back, Maddox, the attacks, the damn note he left telling me to stay aw

Aria's Point of View Steam curls around me as I stand under the shower, the hot water pounding against my skin, but it does nothing, absolutely nothing, to quiet the storm in my head. I brace both hands against the tiled wall, letting the heat burn across my shoulders, hoping the sensation will ground me. Hoping it will settle everything swirling inside me. The screams, the blood, and the broken buildings… the way Crescent Bloodmoon looked like a nightmare painted across the earth. But the images cling to me stubbornly, like shadows that refuse to wash off. I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the water run over my face, my hair, and my body, trying to imagine it rinsing away everything, the fear, the grief, the confusion… and most of all the guilt. But all it does is lift the dirt, the smoke, and the faint metallic cling of blood from earlier. But my mind?Is still chaos. All my thoughts swirled together. My stomach twists again as the memory flashes, the moment I looked up fro

Aria's Point of View The moment I drop my bag on the floor of my dorm room, I feel the exhaustion hit me all at once, heavy, foggy, settling into my bones like damp cold. I sit on the edge of my bed, exhaling through the weight of everything that has happened this weekend. I pull out my phone almost without thinking and type out a quick message to Cole. “I am back at school.” I stare at the words for a few seconds, debating if it sounds too plain, too drained, but I hit send anyway and drop the phone on the bed beside me. The room is quiet, too quiet. Maren is not back yet, and for a moment the silence feels like a blanket I am not sure I want. My phone buzzes almost immediately. A message from Cole. “I am on my way.” A soft, involuntary smile tugs at my lips. I am not even sure I am ready to talk, but knowing he is coming calms something in my chest. I lie back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, letting my mind drift for the first time in hours. Not even two minut

Aria's Point of View I step fully into the little clearing, still stunned that Cole did all of this. The sunlight filters through the leaves above us, dust motes glittering in the air like something out of a dream. The three targets stand in the distance, all three at a different distance. “This is amazing,” I say again, because it is. Because I cannot stop staring. Cole rubs the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “Yeah, well… we will see if you still think that after you lose.” I whip my head towards him. “Lose?” “Oh absolutely,” he says with complete confidence. “I am unbeatable.” I snort. “You? Please.” He raises a brow, his grin spreading slow and mischievous. “Are you challenging me, Aria?” “No, I am destroying you,” I correct, grabbing one of the bows off the log. Cole laughs under his breath like he was not expecting that answer, and for the first time since the attack on Crescent Bloodmoon, something inside my chest loosens. He hands me an arrow with a mock bow