All Chapters of The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Griffen's Point of View The second the professor dismisses us, I am out of my seat. My notebook is barely shoved into my bag before I am halfway down the aisle. I need to get back to my room. I need to update the map. I need to see the pattern, to know if Maddox is spiraling or if this is... No, do not think just move. I push through the flow of students in the hallway, my pulse pounding as the name Silver Mountain Ridge repeats in my mind like a siren. I am almost to my dorm building when someone steps directly into my path. Aria. She looks exhausted and pale. Her eyes lock onto mine, sharp and guarded, and my stomach drops. Of course. Of course she would find me now. I slow to a stop, running a hand through my hair. “I am honestly surprised,” I mutter, “that I did not wake up to you pounding on my door again, accusing me of this attack too.” Her expression does not even flicker. “What is the point?” she says, her voice low, steady, and too calm. Calm in a way that sc

Griffen's Point of View I cannot sit still. Not with the map staring back at me like an accusation. Three attacks. Three red circles. No pattern. No logic. No answers. Just blood and bodies and Maddox slipping further out of reach every damn day. I shove away from the desk and grab my jacket. Sitting here is useless. Waiting is useless. Maddox is not answering my calls or texts, and the attacks are getting worse. If I do not find him soon… I do not let myself finish that thought. I lock my door behind me and head out across campus, keeping my head down. Students are laughing, talking, living their lives like nothing is wrong. Like there is not a ticking bomb moving from pack to pack, killing everything in its path. I grit my teeth and keep walking. My truck is parked at the far end of the lot. I climb in, start the engine, and pull out, heading towards the forest roads. There are a few places Maddox has used before, old cabins, abandoned lookout posts, spots deep eno

Aria's Point of ViewThe parking lot smells like warm asphalt and pine sap, the late afternoon sun hanging low enough to paint everything in soft gold. Students drift past us in clusters, laughing, heading out for their own weekend plans. For a moment, it almost feels normal.Almost.Leo’s truck sits in its usual spot, old, loud, and borderline ugly, but dependable. The tailgate is already down when Sean and I walk up with our bags. Leo’s talking on the phone, pacing around the truck like a restless wolf, his brows pulled tight.I heft my duffel onto the back of the truck. “Are you sure we are only going for two days?” I ask Sean.He grins, already tossing his smaller backpack beside mine. “Unless your dad gives us chores. Then maybe three.”I smack his arm lightly, and he laughs.Leo finally ends his call and steps over, rubbing a hand over his face. “Mom is freaking out,” he mutters. “She is already planning dinner, cleaning the house, rearranging the guest rooms...”“But is your ho

Aria's Point of View Sean hops out of the truck the moment Leo parks in front of the Dark Moon pack house and he has blinked himself awake. He swings his bag from the back with an easy grin that does not fool me, he is exhausted, just like the rest of us. “Good luck, you two,” he says, closing the tailgate with a thump. “Try not to let Alpha Jensen scare the life out of anyone while you are here.” Leo snorts. “No promises.” I smile faintly and wave as Sean heads up the steps towards his parents place, his silhouette disappearing behind the front doors. Leo pulls away from the pack house, the tires crunching over familiar gravel as we drive deeper into Dark Moon territory. The evening air is cools against my face when I crack the window, the scent of pine and home hitting me all at once. We roll to a stop in front of my childhood home, the porch lights glowing warmly. Before Leo even kills the engine, the front door swings open. And Mom is already hurrying towards us, wiping her

Aria's Point of View The shrill sound of my phone yanks me out of sleep so violently that my heart slams against my ribs. I jolt upright, feeling groggy and disoriented, I am grabbing blindly at the nightstand until my fingers close around the vibrating phone. The digital clock beside it glows 1:00 AM. One in the morning. My stomach drops. No one calls at this hour unless something is wrong, very wrong. I blink at the screen, and the name hits me like a fist to the chest. Alaric. Oh god. I answer instantly. “Alaric?” There is a sharp breath on the other end. A broken one. And then... “Aria…” His voice cracks. “There was… there was another attack.” The world tilts. My blood goes cold. “What?” The word barely leaves me, more air than sound. “My pack,” he says, his voice shaking. “My home, Aria, it was attacked.” I am already throwing the blankets off me, my feet hitting the cold floor before I even register moving. My mind is racing, images of ruins, bodies