All Chapters of Lycan's Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

*Greenwood — Guest Quarters, Midnight*It was already nighttime. Everyone had retired for the night making Greenwood silent.The stillness was broken only by the distant cry of an owl.Inside, Crystal’s body was restless.Aelira stirred violently beneath her skin, clawing at her dreams until they changed into visions. One moment she was curled beneath Ryder’s arm, his warmth anchoring her to the present. The next, she was pulled into fire and smoke, a world half made of memory and half made of something that didn’t belong to her alone.Aelira’s voice rose, sharp and clear in her mind. Come, Flame.Crystal turned, and she was no longer in Greenwood. She stood in a wide clearing, though the earth was blackened and scorched, trees burned to husks. The air smelled of smoke. Her bare feet crunched over cracked stone, glowing faintly with veins of fire

*Starblood Dungeon, Deep Night* The silver shackles on Lesley's wrists burned with every movement, biting into flesh already exposed and swollen. But she wasn’t weak anymore. Not in her mind. Not since she had come. Loneliness had almost devoured her then, but Elira’s words had sunk deep, filling the hollow places. Every night that followed, she had let the whispers settle into her marrow, until she no longer felt abandoned but chosen. Elira’s whispers in her mind had already seeped deeper. “You are not broken, child. You are fury chained. And fury, when freed, is more dangerous than fire.” Lesley’s breath shuddered as she closed her eyes. Her wolf, once subdued and silent under the weight of silver, now prowled restlessly within. Its growl echoed in her chest, clawing at her ribs, fighting against the restraints. She could feel its hunger. Tonight felt different. Tonight the wolf didn’t feel caged. It felt fed. Fed by Elira’s words. Fed by her hatred. She thought of Cr

*Dungeon, Night*Lesley’s laughter echoed around the dungeon, wild and sharp enough to make the guards flinch. It was raw and feral, echoing through the chamber like a wolf’s howl turned into madness.The silver chains binding her wrists glowed faintly where her blood and the witch magic had seared them.“Hold the line!” Elder Mara barked, her voice rough with strain. She stood at the front, her palms pressed outward, runes of protection glowing faintly against the stone. Her shoulders trembled, her breath uneven. Around her, Starblood guards tightened their grips on spears and blades, but their eyes betrayed them. They were terrified.Because it wasn’t only Lesley’s strength they faced. The air itself was changing.A chill bled through the dungeon, seeping from the cracks like black smoke. Shadows writhed unnaturally across the walls, stretching long, curling like serpents around the chains. Whispers hissed in the dar

*Starblood Pack — High Council Hall, Evening*Tonight, every chair was filled.Leaders of three great packs… Starblood, Moonlight, and Greenwood sat shoulder to shoulder. Betas, elders, and a handful of trusted advisors clustered behind them. The air buzzed with tension, the kind that felt like lightning straining to strike.Ryder stood at the head of the circle. His presence filled the chamber before he even spoke, golden eyes sharp, his wolf prowling restless beneath his skin. He had summoned them, commanded them, as High Alpha to speak of war. The ambush on Greenwood’s borders by Silver Fang could not go unanswered.Crystal sat at his right hand. She felt every eye on her the moment she entered the room. Some gazes were steadily measuring her. Others filled with suspicion, mistrust, even fear. She straightened her spine and met their stares one by one. She would not shrink, n

*Moonlight Pack — Dungeon, Night*The dungeon beneath Moonlight Pack was cold and damp, built to crush the spirit as much as the body. Rats scurried in the corners, the stench of mold and unwashed bodies heavy in the air. George sat hunched on a cot of straw, his back pressed against the stone wall. His once proud shoulders were thinner now, his dark hair hanging unkempt over his face. But his eyes were still sharp and restless.For months, he had waited.Waited and listened.The guards thought he was broken, a fallen Beta and Alpha's son who had lost his place, his mate, his power. But George wasn’t broken. He was patient.He had mapped the shift changes in his head, the sounds of boots echoing in the corridor, the way each guard lingered or grew careless. Every whisper outside his cell, cough and yawn were all fuel for his survival. He wasn’t caged. He