All Chapters of Prophecy Of The Lycan Queen: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It was dawn, and the first rays of sunlight were just beginning to creep over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. Callie had to get ready for the journey ahead, regardless of how she felt. And right now, she felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest and stomped on. But she was even more determined now. She had nothing to lose anymore. No mate to go back to. No hope of rescue. Just herself and whatever strength she could scrape together.She stepped out of the cell they'd been keeping her in and immediately saw Lysa waiting outside. The girl was already dressed for travel in practical clothes, her long dark hair dropped down her face as usual, it still fell nearly to her knees even as she stood. She had that same blank expression on her face that she always wore, impossible to read.Callie wasn't sure how exactly to react around her. Wasn't sure if Lysa was a friend or a foe. The girl had helped with the ritual that had bound Korran's blood to hers,

The map was spread across the makeshift table, really just a flat piece of wood balanced on two large stones, and everyone stood around it, their faces lit by the flickering light of the campfire nearby. The parchment was old, the edges yellowed and curling, covered in markings that showed territories, borders, and the locations Callie had revealed during her vision.Autumn leaned over the map, her finger tracing a path between the marked points. "So if we go by what Aiden saw, Korran will have to get them in a specific order," she said, her voice thoughtful. "The stones are connected, which means he can't just grab them randomly. There's a sequence."Dazzle stood across from her, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning the map critically. "Which gives us an advantage," she said. "We can retrieve the stones before he does and keep them out of his reach."Leo nodded, standing beside Dazzle with his usual relaxed posture, though his expression was serious. "The last stone is in Moonfall p

At the altar, Aiden had finally reached the stone. He could see it clearly now… a perfect blue crystal, about the size of his fist, pulsing with inner light. It sat in the carved depression like it had been waiting there for centuries.He reached out slowly, carefully, his fingers hovering just above the surface.Behind him, the battle raged on. He could hear Damon's snarls, Dazzle's battle cries, the guardian's roars of fury.His fingers touched the stone.It was warm. Almost hot. But not painfully so. He wrapped his hand around it and lifted it from its resting place.The moment he did, the guardian let out an ear-splitting shriek.The creature turned away from Damon and the others, its burning eyes locking onto Aiden with sudden, terrible clarity. All the illusions vanished instantly, leaving only the real Aiden standing there at the altar, the stone clutched in his hand."THE THIEF!" the guardian roared.It started toward him, moving with renewed fury, the ground shaking with each

Night settled over the camp like a heavy blanket, bringing with it a chill that made Callie pull her thin blanket tighter around her shoulders. She sat on the bedroll in her tent, staring at the fabric walls, listening to the sounds outside. Men's voices, low and gruff, talking about supplies and routes and things she couldn't quite make out. The clink of weapons being checked. Boots on hard ground.They were getting ready for something.She didn't have to wait long to find out what.The tent flap opened without warning, and Kael stepped inside. His face was expressionless, his posture stiff and formal. He didn't look at her… not really. His eyes kind of passed over her like she was just another piece of equipment to be accounted for."It's time," he said, his voice flat. "Be outside in five."That was it. Just the order.Then he turned and disappeared back through the tent flap, letting it fall closed behind him.Callie sat there for a moment, staring at the space where he'd been. Sh

The morning air was cold, biting at Damon's skin as he stepped out of his tent. The sun had not fully risen yet, just a hint of gray light bleeding across the horizon, turning everything into shadows and silhouettes. He had barely slept, his mind racing all night with images of Callie with Korran, of drunk men talking about her like she was some piece of gossip to pass around over beers.He had made his decision hours ago, lying in his tent staring at the canvas above him. He was done waiting. Done with strategies that kept him sitting still while that slippery Korran moved freely with Callie at his side. Autumn had argued with him last night until her voice went hoarse, talking about the importance of gathering the other stones first, about staying on mission, about not letting emotions cloud judgment.But Damon didn't care anymore.He grabbed his pack, already loaded with supplies he'd gathered in the middle of the night, and turned to secure the tent flap. That's when he saw them