Lahat ng Kabanata ng Prophecy Of The Lycan Queen: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Present DayAutumn's fingers traced the worn edges of the map for what felt like the hundredth time. The paper was soft now, nearly falling apart from how many times she'd unfolded and refolded it over the past few hours. She held it up to the moonlight, squinting at the markings Korran had drawn, a hasty sketch of trees and landmarks of what looked like a clearing.It had happened so fast back when they rescued Callie. Korran had blocked her path, his face twisted in a convincing display of aggression. To everyone else, it looked like he was trying to stop her from getting to Callie. But his fingers had been gentle, and in that split second, she had felt the slip of paper pressed into her palm."Your fight is with me!" Damon had shouted, but then the deed was done.Nobody had noticed. Nobody had suspected a thing.Autumn had played her part perfectly. She'd rushed to Callie's side, helped rescue her, stayed close to the group as they'd made their escape. Back at camp, she'd been the

The throne room doors were heavier than Damon remembered. Or maybe it was just the weight of what he was about to do that made them feel that way. He pushed through them anyway, his jaw set, his hands clenched at his sides.The room stretched out before him, massive and imposing as always. The windows that let in streams of golden afternoon light. And there, at the far end, seated on her throne like she'd been born to it, was his mother.She was reading something… a scroll, maybe a report, her posture relaxed but somehow still commanding. She didn't look up when he entered, didn't acknowledge his presence at all. Just kept reading, one hand holding the parchment while the other rested elegantly on the arm of her throne.Damon walked forward, his boots echoing against the marble floor. Each step felt deliberate, purposeful. He didn't stop until he was standing at the base of the dais, looking up at her.Still, she didn't look up."Mother," he said, his voice controlled but firm."Damon

The summons came early the next morning.Callie was sitting by the window in her room, watching the sun rise over the park grounds, when there was a soft knock at her door."Come in," she called.A servant entered, a young woman with dark hair pulled back in a neat bun. She curtsied quickly. "Miss Callie, the Luna requests your presence in the throne room."Callie's stomach dropped. "Now?""At your earliest convenience, miss." The servant's expression was neutral, but there was something in her eyes… maybe sympathy, maybe warning. "She said not to rush, but... I wouldn't keep the Luna waiting.""Right." Callie stood, smoothing down the simple dress she'd put on that morning. "Thank you."The servant curtsied again and left.Callie took a breath, trying to calm the nervous flutter in her chest. What could Karter possibly want with her? She'd been trying to keep a low profile since she had regained consciousness, staying out of everyone's way, not drawing attention to herself.Apparentl

They made camp that night near Blackwater Fall, far enough from the water that the sound wasn't deafening but close enough that Autumn could still hear it in the distance… a low, constant rumble.Korran had warmed up by the fire, his color returning to normal, though he still looked tired. Retrieving the stone had taken more out of him than he'd let on."You should rest," Autumn told him as she handed him a bowl of broth, it was warm."I'm fine.""You're exhausted.""I said I'm fine," he repeated, but there was no real heat in it. He took the cup from her, their fingers brushing. "Thank you."Across the fire, Lysa sat staring into the flames, her expression as blank as ever. Kael was sharpening his blade, the rhythmic sound of metal on stone almost soothing."Tomorrow we head for Veilwood," Korran said after a moment."How far is it?" Autumn asked."Two days' travel, if we push hard. Three if we don't.""And once we get there?""We retrieve the last stone." He looked at her over the r

The days that followed blurred together in a haze of exhaustion and learning.Every morning, Callie woke before dawn to train with Benedict. He pushed her hard, never letting her slack, never accepting anything less than her best effort. But slowly, gradually, she started to improve. Her punches got stronger, her stances more stable. She learned to use her smaller size to her advantage, to be quick and unpredictable rather than trying to match raw strength."Good!" Benedict shouted one morning as she finally managed to land a hit on him… a glancing blow to his ribs, but a hit nonetheless. "See? You're not hopeless after all."Callie grinned, breathing hard. "Does this mean I'm getting better?""It means you're getting less terrible," he corrected. "But yes. You're improving."After each morning session with Benedict, she'd clean up quickly and go to Betty for her etiquette training. The older woman was exacting and precise, correcting every tiny mistake, but Callie was learning. Lea