All Chapters of The stolen lycan princess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

*River* I stand beside Aloria, feeling the tension in the air as we approach our pack’s territory. She’s so eager, her eyes sparkling with determination, but I can sense the impatience brewing beneath the surface. I can’t blame her; she’s just discovered who she truly is, and the weight of her lineage is heavy on her shoulders. The thought of reclaiming her identity, of finding her parents, drives her forward with a fierce intensity. “River, we need to go to the Lycan castle,” she insists, her voice firm. “I can’t wait any longer to meet them, to find out what happened. I need answers.” I glance at her, taking in the fiery spirit that glimmers in her eyes. “I understand, Aloria. But we have to be smart about this.” My heart aches at the thought of her facing the unknown, of the potential dangers that lie ahead. “We can’t just rush into a situation without knowing what we’re up against. I need you to be safe.” She huffs, crossing her arms in frustration. “I’m not a child, River. I

*Aloria* I pace back and forth near the main pack house, my heart pounding with anxious energy. The sunlight filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, but the beauty of the day does little to ease the turmoil surging within me. I can’t shake this nervous feeling, a fluttering in my chest that grows heavier with each passing moment. River is out there, facing danger, and I’m here… feeling trapped. “Aloria, it’s going to be okay,” Kellan says, his deep voice cutting through my thoughts as he crouches down beside me. His presence is calming, sturdy like the oak trees surrounding us. “River knows what he’s doing. He’ll handle the werebears, and he’ll be back before you know it.” I want to believe him. I really do. But the unease gnaws at me, a persistent whisper that something is very wrong. I glance over at the younger pack members playing tag, their laughter ringing through the air like a sweet melody. I try to immerse myself in their joy, to forget the worry

*Aloria*I push through the underbrush, branches clawing at my arms, the sharp sting barely registering as my mind is consumed by thoughts of River. Each breath feels heavier, laden with the weight of uncertainty and dread. The woods have transformed into a labyrinth of shadows, the trees pressing in around me like a prison, and all I can think about is how I might never see him again.“Aloria, wait!” Kellan's voice cuts through the darkening haze, a tether to reality I can’t afford to grasp right now. I ignore him, my feet moving on instinct, propelled by a desperate need to find River. I can’t think about anything else. I can’t allow myself to.“River!” I call again, my voice cracking, echoing through the dense foliage. The silence that follows is deafening, a stark reminder of the void that has settled in my chest. Each passing moment feels like an eternity, and I can feel despair creeping in, gnawing at the edges of my resolve.I can’t lose him. I refuse to lose him.As I stumble

*Aloria*Hours stretch into one another as I traverse the dense, ancient forest that stands between me and the Lycan castle. Each step is a battle against the memories that cling to me like shadows, whispering reminders of River’s absence and the void he’s left in my heart. The trees seem to loom taller, their gnarled branches reaching out as if to ensnare me, to pull me back into the depths of despair. But I push on, driven by the flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, my parents can help me..The forest is alive with sounds… the rustle of leaves, the distant calls of creatures hidden in the underbrush. I can’t help but feel that the very essence of this place is watching me, judging my resolve. Each night falls like a shroud, wrapping around me as I find a small clearing to rest. I lie beneath the stars, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me, and I remember River’s smile, his unwavering strength that gave me courage.“Where are you?” I whisper into the night, my voice barel