Semua Bab The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Aria's Point of View The dining hall smells like warm bread and honeyed oats, the kind of comfort that is supposed to anchor you to the moment. Sunlight spills through the tall windows in pale ribbons, catching dust motes midair and turning them into something almost magical. I sit at the long oak table between Cole and Maren, a bowl of porridge cooling in front of me, my spoon resting in my hand. I lift the spoon, eat, chew. But the motions feel practiced, and automatic. The taste barely registers. Two days. It has been two days since we returned, two days since the academy gates closed behind us and everything was supposed to settle back into place. Two days since I found out Griffen left the academy grounds without telling anyone where he was going. My gaze drifts to the far doors of the hall without me meaning it to, half expecting him to stride in late, his hair still damp from morning drills, that crooked grin like he knows something the rest of us don’t. The doors stay

Maddox's Point of View I turn my back on Griffen first. It is deliberate, measured, and controlled. I let the moment stretch just long enough for him to believe it, for the tension to drain from his posture, for that fragile sense of victory to settle into his bones. “Stand down,” I say, my voice cutting cleanly through the clearing. The Lycans hesitate for only a heartbeat before obedience kicks in. One by one, they lower their stances, claws retracting, and shoulders easing. The forest exhales as the pack begins to move, bodies melting back into the trees in disciplined silence. No arguing. No questions. They trust me. I walk away from the clearing, my boots crunching softly against the earth, the border of the pack slipping behind us. The air shifts as we cross back into neutral ground, the trees closing in, and the shadows reclaiming us. Rhys falls into step beside me, his jaw tight, and his voice low. “Why did you listen to him?” I do not slow down. “He challenged

Aria's Point of View I sit at the table in the dining hall, absently pushing food around my plate more than actually eating it. Lunch is almost over, most people have already come and gone, but Cole is still talking, telling a story I only half hear. The noise of the hall hums around us, familiar and oddly distant. I lift my gaze without really thinking. And my breath catches. Griffen stands near the serving line, a tray in his hands. For a split second, our eyes meet across the room. The world seems to tilt, like everything shifts just enough to throw me off balance. My heart stutters, and then starts racing. When did he get back? The question hits hard and fast, followed immediately by a bigger one that knots my stomach. Where did he go? There is something different about him, tired, maybe, or more guarded than usual, but before I can really take him in, Cole leans closer, his voice cutting gently into my thoughts. “Aria?” I blink and turn back to the table just

Aria's Point of View It has been a couple of days since Griffen came back. A couple of days since he looked me in the eye and said we needed to talk to my father, and that he just needed a little more time to get everything in order. I told myself I understood. I meant it. Still, the waiting settles under my skin like an itch I cannot quite scratch. I sit on the edge of my bed, braiding my hair slowly, and carefully, as if keeping my hands busy might keep my thoughts from spiraling. The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric and the distant hum of the academy waking up. Griffen’s words loop through my mind whether I want them to or not. Soon, I tell myself. It has to be soon. I tie off the end of my braid and let it fall over my shoulder just as a knock sounds at the door. The sharp, familiar rhythm pulls me out of my thoughts. I stand, grab my bag from the chair, and cross the room. When I open the door, Cole is standing there, his hands in his pockets, wearin

Aria's Point of View The sirens are still screaming when I bolt out of my dorm room. I do not grab my phone. I do not even think about it. I leave it vibrating on the nightstand, whatever message lighting the screen completely forgotten as adrenaline takes over. I shove my door open and sprint down the hall, my bare footsteps slapping against the floor as other doors fly open around me. Shouts echo off the walls. Someone yells for everyone to move to the safe zones. Someone else is already shifting mid run, bones cracking, and clothes tearing. I take the stairs two at a time and burst out of the dorm building into the night. Cold air hits my lungs hard. Floodlights blaze across the academy grounds, turning shadows sharp and dangerous. The smell of fear is everywhere mixed with ozone, smoke, and the metallic tang of something violent already in motion. I do nit slow down. I barely make it ten steps before I collide with a solid wall of muscle. “Aria...” I look up to f