All Chapters of The stolen lycan princess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*River* The forest thickens around us as we move deeper into the shadows, the tension palpable in the air. My small group of fighters follows closely behind me. Each step I take is laden with urgency, the scent of wet fur and musk growing stronger, mingling with the rich earth beneath our feet. As we close in on the were ears we shift back to our human form for a strategy meeting. “We’re getting close,” I murmur, glancing back at my pack. Their expressions are set, a mix of determination and apprehension. “Remember, we’re here to negotiate first. I don’t want bloodshed if it can be avoided.” Jax snorts, his impatience evident. “With werebears? You think they’ll listen to reason? They’ll just see us as intruders.” “Maybe,” I concede, “but we have to try. If we rush in without understanding their motives, we could escalate the situation and endanger the pack.” Lena nods, her brow furrowed. “Just be careful, River. You know how unpredictable they can be.” As we push through the un

*Aloria* The trees loom tall and foreboding as we enter the woods, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. Each step feels heavier than the last and my heart feels like it is not beating right. The world around me is a blur, a cacophony of rustling leaves and distant animal calls, but all I can focus on is the gaping void where River’s presence should be. It is weird how I thought Our bond was kinda weak, but now when it is gone it feels like half of me is missing. Kellan leads the way, his body tense, alert to every sound. The search party follows closely behind, their faces set in grim determination. I can feel their concern, but it’s a dull echo compared to the raging tempest inside me. I scan the ground for any sign of him… claw marks on the bark, a broken branch, anything that could lead us to River… but the forest remains eerily silent, as if it’s conspiring to keep him hidden. “Aloria, stay close,” Kellan calls back to me, his voice cutting through the air. I nod,

*Aloria*Days have blurred into an endless cycle of searching and hoping, each sunrise a reminder of River’s absence. I wake every morning with the same gnawing ache in my chest, the forest whispering my fears back to me, as if it knows the depths of my despair. I can’t shake the feeling that the longer we wait, the more I risk losing him… losing the very essence of who I am.I stand at the edge of the makeshift camp we have set up so we did not have to go home. I am watching the others as they go about their routine, their faces drawn and weary. Kellan is talking to a few of the warriors, their heads bowed in contemplation, discussing strategy for the day. I can tell he’s trying to keep morale up, but every time he glances my way, I see the worry etched in his features. He’s fighting a battle of his own, one I can’t help him win.“Aloria,” his voice pulls me from my thoughts, warm and steady, but it feels like a weight pressing down on me. “We should try again today. Another sweep of

*Daphne*The forest whispers secrets to me, the wind carrying the scent of moss and damp earth as I gather herbs for my potions. Sunlight filters through the towering trees, casting dappled shadows across the forest floor. I’m one with the woods, a part of the magic that thrums beneath the surface. Today, however, the air feels heavy, charged with an energy that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.I pause, sensing a disturbance… a chaotic burst of sound that shatters the serenity of my surroundings. I close my eyes, focusing my energy, and feel it: a battle. Wolves and bears clashing, a struggle for survival echoing through the trees. My heart races. I know I should stay away, but something compels me to investigate.I move swiftly, weaving through the underbrush, my feet barely making a sound. The sounds grow louder, and then I see it through the eyes of my bird friends… a clearing filled with the chaos of fur and teeth. My own eyes widen as I take in the scene: a we

*Aloria*With one final, steadying breath, I push open the grand double doors, the sound echoing like thunder in the silence that swallows the space. The queen's chamber is magnificent, adorned with opulent golds and silvers that glimmer under the light of countless candles. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and something else… something sharp and clinical. I step inside, my heart hammering in my chest, my senses heightened as I take in the figure before me.She stands with her back to me, regal and poised, her long, dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. The silken gown she wears is a brilliant white, accentuating her slender form and delicate features. She turns slowly, and I catch the glint of her piercing blue eyes, cold as ice and sharp as daggers. There’s an elegance to her, a grace that commands respect, but as I meet her gaze, a chill runs down my spine. This isn’t the warmth of a mother I had imagined; it feels more like the presence of an ice q