All Chapters of Prophecy Of The Lycan Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damon landed softly on Callie’s roof, his boots making barely a sound. The night air was cold and quiet. He walked toward the top of her room, expecting to sense her inside, but there was nothing. Her scent lingered faintly, warm and familiar, but her presence was gone.He dropped to the window and noticed it was slightly open, the curtains brushing in the breeze. The moment he stepped closer, a sharp pain shot through his chest, like claws raking across his heart. His breath caught. Callie. She was in danger.Without wasting another second, Damon leaped back to the roof. His lycan stirred inside him, restless and growling. He closed his eyes, searching through the bond until he felt it… the faint, trembling echo of her howl in the distance. She was transforming. His pulse quickened. If she couldn’t control it, she could hurt herself… or worse.He took off into the night. The forest blurred beneath his feet as he moved, jumping from tree to tree, branches cracking under his speed. The

Autumn pushed open the door to Damon's room and stopped dead in her tracks. The alpha pheromones slammed into her like a wall, thick, oppressive, and impossible to ignore. Her breath caught in her throat, and her lycan immediately pressed itself low, and submissive.Damon lay sprawled across his bed, half-naked with only a thin sheet draped lazily across his hips. A book rested against his bare chest, and he held it up with one hand, completely absorbed in whatever he was reading. He didn't even acknowledge her presence at first, just kept his eyes on the page like she wasn't standing there struggling to stay upright.The room itself seemed to pulse with his energy… raw, unfiltered power that made the air thick and heavy. Autumn forced herself to walk forward, pushing through the weight of it. She had been around him long enough to build up some tolerance, but today it was worse than usual.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he lifted his head. His eyes met hers with casual ind

Callie took a deep breath, trying to calm the shock ricocheting through her system. Her hands were still trembling slightly as she clutched the small jar of vanilla extract against her chest. She took a deliberate step back from Damon, then shifted to the side, intending to walk past him and pretend this whole encounter hadn't happened."Callie."Her name came out low and quiet, but it stopped her dead in her tracks like he'd thrown a rope around her. She stood there, frozen, her back to him. Every rational part of her brain was screaming at her to keep walking, to put distance between them, to get back to her room where things made sense and she didn't have to think about Damon, or anything related.But she couldn't move.Something inside her, something she was desperately trying to fight, wanted to turn around. Wanted to be close to him. Wanted to stop running.She heard his footsteps, slow and measured, as he walked around to face her. When she finally saw him again, he was looking

Damon gently set Callie down on the floor, his hands lingering at her waist for a moment to make sure she had her balance. The ride over had been quick, too quick for her to process much of anything… and now she found herself standing in the middle of what had to be the most unusual room she'd ever seen."This is your room?" she asked, turning in a slow circle to take it all in.It was massive. Huge didn't even begin to cover it. The space was more like a grand hall than a bedroom, with ceilings so high they disappeared into shadow. On one side sat an enormous bed, easily big enough for five people, draped in dark fabrics that looked expensive and soft. But the rest of the room was mostly empty, stark and open, giving it an almost cold feeling.What caught her attention most were the paintings. They covered nearly every wall, massive canvases filled with swirling colors and abstract shapes. Some looked like forests at night, others like storms or fire or water. They were beautiful in

Autumn held a small piece of paper over the flickering candle flame, watching as the edges curled and blackened. The fire consumed the writing slowly, eating away at whatever words had been inked there until nothing remained but a tiny scrap. She dropped it into the candle dish and reached for another sheet from the neat stack beside her.Her hand moved carefully across the page, the pen scratching out words in her precise, flowing script. When she finished, she read it over once, then rolled the paper tightly and secured it with a thin piece of twine.Autumn walked to her window and pushed it open. The cool night air rushed in, bringing with it the scent of pine and earth. She made a soft clicking sound with her tongue, and within moments, a shadow passed over the moon.A bird swooped through the open window and landed gracefully on the sill. It was a raven… large and black as midnight, with intelligent eyes that gleamed in the candlelight."Hello, Lia," Autumn said softly, reaching