All Chapters of The Lycan's Curse - His Hybrid Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Raven POV: I break into a run - swift, silent, gliding through the undergrowth and shadow as if the woods were made for me. The journal thumps lightly against my chest beneath the cloak. The marks in it are fading, and I don't know how long they'll hold The forest shifts as I move - greener older. Lush. No wonder it is named Greenwoods. Ryel waits for me beyond the clearing, seated near the broken alter stone. A fire crackles low beside him, it flames blue and strange, licking the air with silent hunger. He doesn't look up as I approach. He speaks. "You found it." His voice is calm, but there's that low undertow in it - like something ancient beneath still water. It always makes me uneasy, and maybe that's part of why I follow him. You don't follow the tame ones. You follow the ones who make your instincts lean in. I

Raven POV: The night presses in colder after I leave Olivia. She doesn't call out, doesn't taunt me again. That's how I know I've hit a nerve. But gods help me - so did she. Her words crawl under my skin like frostbite. "He hasn't told you the whole plan, has he?" She said it like truth. Like certainty. I walk deeper into the woods, farther from camp, farther from her voice still whispering in my mind. The branches snap quieter than her accusations. "You think you're the anchor." Am I? I've spilled blood for Ryel. Lied for him. Watched the seals dim, way he'd him speaks to things I don't understand. I thought I was following purpose. Now I wonder if I've been following a script. Or if I've only been part of it. Damn you, Olivia! I curse under my breath.

Alessia POV:Let him grow bold, I had said.But now, as I walk alone through the heart of Greenwood territory, I realize the weight of that gamble.Ryel is watching me. Of that, I am certain.His wolves pretend not to. They talk and train and drink and mourn with us like they belong. But I've learned the difference between presence and performance.Today, I wear a white tank top and a faded jean.White, not for purity but for bait.Let's see who Ryel has put on my trail.My steps takes me past the old training yard where I first sparred with Derek. The air is still heavy with smoke from the funeral pyres, clinging to the skin like memory from the four days for burying our dead.I walk with purpose, back straight, chin high, like a Queen who doesn't know her castle is surrounded.Cyre'd been so tensed earlier.Three Hours Ago:Cyre and I walked out the Alpha's office. She paced the corridor restlessly."Derek's not taking this serious enough. He's going to get everyone killed. It's bet

Cyre POV: All eyes snap to me the moment I speak."If she's what I think she is..." I say softly, stepping further into the ancient hall, "... we're already too late."The shadows curl at my feet, reluctant to let me go. Maybe, I am reluctant, seeing Ryel's most favored wolf on the table. Raven. But I peel forward, ignoring the weight in my chest.Her skin still hums faintly with energy. The book... gods, that book. It's clutched to her chest like a lifeline, like a promise she made to herself long before tonight.And I recognize the look in Alessia's eyes - curiosity and unease clashing like fire and frost.Derek glares at me, his voice cold. "What the hell do you mean, too late?"I don't answer him right away. Instead, I walk slowly towards the table to examine Raven's body. Dr. Dathan moves aside slightly to accommodate me.Raven's fingers twitch again, but it's not a reflex - her instincts are beginning to kick in."She's not a Hellhound," I say, voice quiet but cutting. "Not unl

Cyre's POV: I watch her walk away - chest broad and shoulders square, and although she has this air of boldness around her. I notice it all a facade she's putting on. Something she's stitching together just to face the world without shattering. She's trembling beneath it. I can feel it. And then Derek snaps beside me. "Why the hell did you do that, Alessia? You just let her walk away with the fucking book." His voice slices through the stillness like a blade. His rage isn't just about the book, though. I can tell. It's about control. About the fact that something ancient just slipped through our fingers - and Alessia let it. Alessia doesn't flinch. "Because she needed it," she says, steady. "And she's not the enemy." "Not the enemy?" Derek hisses. "That girl is working for Ryel - " "She's conflict