All Chapters of Prophecy Of The Lycan Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It was the middle of the night, and Damon could not calm down. His lycan was restless, pacing back and forth inside his mind like a caged animal desperate to break free. He tossed and turned in his bedroll, the thin sheets tangling around his legs as he tried and failed to find a comfortable position.He had always loved the forest. The smell of pine and earth, the sound of wind moving through the leaves, the feeling of being surrounded by something ancient and wild. It usually calmed him, reminded him of who and what he was. But tonight it did nothing. Because Callie was out there somewhere. In danger. Probably scared and hurt and thinking he wasn't coming for her. The thought made his chest feel like it was being squeezed in a vice. His lycan snarled and snapped inside him, demanding to be let out, demanding to hunt, to track, to kill anything that stood between them and their mate.And Korran. Just thinking that name made rage burn through Damon's veins like acid. He was going to

Autumn was exhausted. They had been traveling through the forest since dawn, pushing hard, trying to cover as much ground as possible while the daylight lasted.Technically, they were closer to home now. If it had just been her and Damon, they could have kept going, could have traveled through the night using their superior speed and stamina. They would have been back at their territory by morning, regrouping and planning their next move.But they weren't alone. They had Callie's mother and brother with them, along with a handful of pack members who were good fighters but still just regular wolves. The people needed rest. Needed food and water and time to recover from the day's journey. So they had stopped to make camp, even though every minute they wasted felt like another minute Callie was in danger.Autumn had finished setting up her tent about twenty minutes ago. It was a simple thing, just enough to keep the weather out and give her some privacy. She had taken a few minutes to fr

Autumn broke out of the forest and immediately came to a stop. The word left her mouth in a whisper. "No…" She couldn't believe the sight in front of her. Bodies were scattered everywhere. Not just dead, torn apart. Arms separated from torsos. Heads lying feet away from their bodies. Blood pooled on the ground, so much of it that the earth couldn't soak it all up fast enough. The campfire still burned, flames reflecting off the wet puddles of red, making everything look like it was on fire. It looked like a massacre. Like something out of a nightmare. And in the middle of it all stood Damon. He turned to face her, and Autumn's breath caught in her throat. His eyes were more red than gold now. The crimson had bled inward, nearly swallowing the gold completely. His face was covered in blood… not his own. It dripped from his chin, matted in his hair, splattered across his bare chest and arms. He looked at her, and there was nothing in those eyes. No recognition. No emotion. Just em

Autumn waited beside Damon, her eyes fixed on his unconscious form. She started counting down in her head. Ten... nine... eight... Her hand stayed close to the knife, just in case. Seven... six... five... His chest rose and fell steadily. Four... three... two... one.The moment she hit one, Damon took a deep breath. His whole body jerked like he had been shocked, and his eyes slowly opened.He blinked up at the sky, confused. Disoriented. Like he didn't know where he was or how he had gotten there. When he tried to move, his limbs felt heavy, weak. Like they didn't quite belong to him anymore.Autumn picked up the knife from where he had dropped it and crouched in front of him. She leaned close, looking deeply into his eyes.The red was gone. Completely gone. And the gold had faded too, leaving just his normal dark eyes staring back at her. Human eyes, not lycan. Not monster.Just Damon.He blinked at her, still confused. "What…"He tried to sit up, but the moment he put weight on his

"I can't do this anymore," Callie said to her reflection in the flowing river. "I need a way out." The water was crystal clear, showing her face perfectly. She looked tired and broken. Not like herself at all. A large silver wolf walked toward her from the trees and stood beside her, also looking down at the reflection in the water. The wolf was beautiful, with fur that seemed to glow in the light, and eyes that were wise and ancient. "I can't help you here, Callie," her lycan said. The voice came from the wolf but also from inside Callie's head at the same time. "Why?" Callie turned to face the wolf directly, desperation in her voice. "Why won't you help me?" The silver wolf held her gaze. "Because it's the only way out. It's the only way to save the wolves from Korran. To save the lycans. To save yourself." Callie felt her throat burn as tears swelled up in her eyes. "I didn't choose any of this," she said, her voice breaking. "I don't want to do this. I never asked to b