All Chapters of Prophecy Of The Lycan Queen: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Autumn walked into the room already dressed in her royal fit. Damon stepped out of the closet and nodded to acknowledge her. “Mother does not like to wait.” she said flatly.He smirked, “How could I forget?” His voice did nothing to hide his sarcasm.Autumn waited for him and they left together, into the royal hall.Damon went first, bent down in front of his mother and kissed her hands before taking his seat beside her. It was one of the traditional greetings, of many that he had been taught since childhood. To show respect to the Luna, even though he was trained to be the alpha.Autumn repeated the action, before moving to sit on Karter’s other side, her posture perfect, her face composed.Luna Karter sat on her throne… not a fancy ceremonial thing, just a large chair that had been her husband's and then became hers. She looked every bit the ruler she was. Gray hair pulled back in an elaborate style, with sharp eyes that missed nothing, wearing deep blue robes that marked her status

Autumn worked her way through the imperial library, methodically searching through shelf after shelf of ancient texts. The library was massive-- three stories high with shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling, filled with books and scrolls and documents that dated back centuries. If knowledge existed anywhere in the wolf world, it could be found here. Records of wars and treaties, prophecies written by seers long dead, histories of bloodlines that had risen and fallen. Everything was catalogued and preserved in this place.Her only real problem was dealing with the dust. It was everywhere. Thick layers of it coating every surface, making clouds in the air whenever she pulled out a book. It got in her nose, made her eyes water, settled on her clothes and in her hair. But she pushed through it, ignoring the discomfort.She and Dazzle walked together through the tall rows of shelves, working as a team. Dazzle would stretch her body upward whenever they needed something from the top

"Okay, thank you, Mum," Autumn said.She dipped into a small bow, then turned and left the throne room. Her footsteps echoed softly against the marble as she walked, and with each step, she tried to hold on to that tiny thread of hope her mother had given her. Two days. It wasn't much, but it was something.Even though, deep down, she knew it was practically impossible.Healing a rut in two days? It was unheard of. Ruts lasted for several days at minimum… sometimes a week or more. And that was with a mate present, with someone to ground the lycan, to satisfy the need that drove them to madness. Without a mate, a rut could stretch on for months. The lycan would pace and rage and tear at itself, trapped in a cycle it couldn't break free from. And Damon wasn't just any wolf. He was a full lycan. Which meant his rut would be worse. Deeper. More consuming.The best Autumn could realistically hope for was to slow it down. To dull the worst of it, just enough that maybe Karter would see pro

The guards brought Rain to the throne room. She walked in slowly, taking in the grandeur of the space… the high ceilings, the elaborate tapestries, the throne itself where Luna Karter sat waiting. When Rain reached an appropriate distance, she made a deep bow, lowering her head respectfully."Your Highness," she said, her voice steady despite her nervousness.In the few days she'd spent here, Rain had heard a lot about the Luna. Stories from servants and pack members about her strength, her wisdom, the way she'd held this kingdom together after her mate died. But being in the actual presence of one… a Luna, and a lycan at that, it felt very special. There was power radiating from Karter that Rain had never felt from any alpha back in her old pack.Karter looked at her with those sharp eyes that seemed to see everything. "Thank you for coming," she said. Her voice was kind but direct. "Please, stand."Rain straightened up but kept her gaze respectfully lowered."I'll get straight to th

After many nights of torture, Damon finally woke up as himself. Not his lycan. Not some beast driven by instinct and need. Just Damon, with his mind clear and his body exhausted but finally calm.His eyes flew open, and he shot up immediately, looking around the room with desperate hope."Callie?"But she wasn't there. The room was empty except for him.He threw off the sheets and stood, searching every corner even though he could see the space was small and there was nowhere for her to hide. Her scent was faintly in the air… he could smell traces of vanilla and scented flowers… but there was obviously no sign of her actually being here."Callie?" he called again, softer this time.Nothing. Just silence and the morning light streaming through the window.Damon stood there in the middle of his destroyed room, confusion washing over him. He had memories… hazy, fragmented memories of last night. Of her being here. Of holding her, touching her, finally having his mate in his arms after da