All Chapters of Prophecy Of The Lycan Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Callie tugged the oversized hoodie over her head and pulled on her joggers, the fabric soft and worn from too many washes. She grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder with a sigh.. She had to get to the mall. There was no way she could show up to work or anywhere in those clothes.The moment she stepped into the main hallway of the shopping center, the distinct smell of new things hit her. New leather, expensive fabrics. That scent of things she couldn't afford. Her chest tightened as reality crashed down on her like a wave. Her savings. Her precious, hard-earned savings were about to disappear.Callie froze dramatically in the middle of the walkway and clutched her chest like she’d been shot. “My precious savings…” she whispered, staggering like a dying actress. Goodbye… sweet money. We had a good run.She straightened up, brushing imaginary dust off her hoodie, and made a beeline for her usual corner of the mall. The clearance section where the hangers cried, “Buy us, we’re

Callie's hands flew to her lips, her chest rising and falling fast. Had she really been screaming his name? Did he actually hear her?Her mind scrambled for an explanation, but then something clicked. "What are you doing here though?" she whispered urgently.Before he could answer, a knock came from the door. “Callie?” her mum’s voice called softly. “Is everything okay?”Callie froze. Damon didn’t move an inch. “Yes, Mum! I’m fine,” Callie called back quickly, forcing her voice to sound normal.“You sure?” her mum asked again.“I’m alright, Mum,” Callie said, glancing nervously toward Damon.Callie held her breath, waiting for the footsteps to fade down the hall. When silence finally settled, she turned back to Damon and crossed her arms at him, demanding an answer. “Now talk.”Damon’s eyes softened. "You were having a nightmare," he said quietly. "I tried to help, but I couldn't get through. I have no connection to your wolf."Callie stared at him, stunned. But that didn't answer t

Lily stood in front of an old grave, her shadow stretching long across the weathered stone.The graveyard looked like time had forgotten it existed. Weeds pushed up through cracked pathways, their wild green fingers reaching for anything they could strangle. Headstones tilted at odd angles, some so worn down by rain and wind that the names had become ghosts themselves.. unreadable, lost. Moss crept over marble like a disease, thick and dark. The iron fence that circled the property sagged in places, rusted through and bent, as if the dead didn't need keeping in and the living had stopped caring enough to keep it standing.No one came here anymore. That much was obvious.Except for one spot.Right where Lily stood, the ground was clear. The grass had been trimmed. The headstone was clean, scrubbed free of grime. And at its base, flowers bloomed. Not the sad, wilted things you'd expect in a place like this, but fresh bouquets, their petals still bright, still holding onto life.Lily kn

Callie slipped out of the room, her footsteps barely making a sound against the polished floor. The weight of what she'd just learned pressed down on her shoulders like a heavy cloak. A seer. She was a seer. Somewhere out there, her world needed saving, and apparently, she was the one who had to do it.The hallway stretched before her, quiet except for the soft echo of her breathing. A mirror hung on the wall, ornate and gold-framed, and she stopped in front of it without really meaning to.The girl staring back at her looked like a stranger.She tilted her head, studying her reflection. When had she changed so much? Just a few months ago, she'd been someone else entirely. Someone who didn't carry the fate of worlds on her shoulders. Someone who hadn't been rejected, hadn't discovered hidden powers, hadn't had her entire life turned upside down.Her gaze dropped to the pendant resting against her collarbone. A black heart wrapped in delicate chains, dark as midnight. She reached up an

The private bar was tucked away on the edge of pack territory, the kind of place where you went when you didn't want to be found. Dim lighting, dark wood, and a bartender who knew better than to ask questions. Owen sat in the corner booth, nursing a whiskey that had gone warm in his hand.He looked up when Theo walked in, and something bitter twisted in his chest."Haven't seen you since the ritual," Owen said as Theo slid into the booth across from him. "You should do better as my beta."Theo scoffed, leaning back against the worn leather. "How about you do better as an alpha?"Owen's grip tightened on his glass. "What's that supposed to mean?""Do you even know who your luna is?" Theo's voice was low but sharp, cutting through the quiet buzz of the bar. "How the hell do you plan to lead this pack with a fake luna?""Watch your mouth," Owen growled.But Theo wasn't backing down. He leaned forward, his eyes hard. "I know you think you love Lily. I don't know how she got you to mate he