All Chapters of THE SILENCE OF LYCAN ISLE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The ferry rocked against the choppy waves, the sky brooding above like it carried secrets of its own. Tiana Greene clutched the thin strap of her satchel, the salt air biting her face as the island came into view – a smear of grey stone, wild cliffs, and a mansion perched like it had grown from the rock itself. Lycan Isle.No one had told her much about the man who owned it. Only that he paid well, and that staff didn’t stay long.Her boots hit the dock, and she followed the driver in silence through a narrow, winding path. The island smelled of rain and pine, and the sound of the sea never left her ears. When the house appeared, it was larger than she’d imagined – sleek glass and black stone, old grandeur rebuilt into modern isolation.She had expected staff waiting, maybe a housekeeper to greet her. But the door opened to no one. The driver left her luggage by the threshold, muttered something about catching the last boat before nightfall, and was gone.Tiana hesitated, then stepped

The morning arrived with a fragile calm, as if the island itself had exhaled after the storm’s fury. A gentle mist hovered over the jagged cliffs, softening their sharp edges against the restless sea below. Tiana stepped outside into the cool, salt-scented air, letting it fill her lungs. For once, the crashing waves felt less like a threat and more like a steady heartbeat beneath the quiet.The mansion loomed behind her, a dark silhouette against the pale light. Inside, the vast corridors were still and clean, untouched by the chaos of the night before. The silence, usually so oppressive, felt almost tender today.Tiana moved through the house with practiced ease, her fingers gliding over polished surfaces and the crisp linen of freshly made beds. Her mind was restless, though. Ross Lycan. The memory of his presence lingered like a shadow in every room. The sharp cut of his voice, the cold precision of his gaze. It all made her chest tighten in a way she hadn’t expected.She told hers

The rain had fallen through most of the night, thin and cold, tapping lightly against the glass panes. By morning, mist curled around the mansion like a shy creature reluctant to lift its veil. Tiana pushed open her window, letting the chill morning air sweep across her face and arms. The sea below was still, a wide grey sheet stretching into the distance. Calmer than yesterday, almost pretending innocence.She wasn’t fooled.Ever since she stepped into Ross Lynch’s island, she felt watched – by the waves, by the walls, and most of all, by Ross himself.She tied her hair into a quick ponytail and slipped out into the corridor. The mansion was unusually quiet. A perfect time to get her head straight.Or try to.The kitchen smelled of warm bread and the familiar comfort of simmering oats. She grabbed a small tray and walked out into the eastern garden – the only part of this island that didn’t feel hostile. The stone path was slick with dew, the hedges trimmed back neatly. Ross’s money

The storm broke sometime before dawn. Tiana woke to the distant rumble of retreating thunder and the steady hum of the sea settling back into its usual rhythm. The air was thick but calmer, the kind of quiet that came after nature exhausted itself.She pulled open the curtains. Gray morning light spilled across the room, softening the sharp corners of the furniture, warming the space just enough to make it feel less foreign. But the moment she stepped into the hallway, the mansion swallowed that warmth whole.The Lycan estate always felt colder after a storm, as if the walls had stored the tension and were now slowly releasing it.In the kitchen, Alma was already fussing over a long list pinned to the wall.“Morning, dear,” she said distractedly, waving her wooden spoon. “The festival planners and workers are coming today. Representatives from the villages. Maybe even the mayor.”“The mayor?” Tiana blinked. “Why so many people?”Alma snorted. “Everyone wants something from Ross Lycan.