Semua Bab THE SILENCE OF LYCAN ISLE: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The morning after the storm, the island was washed clean. The sea had calmed, but the air still carried that heavy stillness that comes after chaos. Tiana stood by her window, watching the sunlight break through low clouds. The cliffs glistened like wet stone; the waves below white with foam.She hadn’t slept much. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard thunder and saw the flash of Ross’s eyes in the dark – grey and mysterious, like the sea itself.By the time she dressed and made her way downstairs, Alma was already busy in the kitchen, humming to herself.“Morning,” Tiana greeted softly.Alma grunted without looking up from the dough she was kneading. “Morning, dear. You’re up early. You’ll want to check the garden paths before the mud dries. They get slippery after the rains.”“The garden?”“Mark will show you.” Alma wiped her hands on her apron. “He’s out by the east terrace. Don’t mind his tongue – he’s got one sharp as pruning shears.”Tiana smiled faintly and stepped outside

The sky over Lycan Isle was a deep, metallic grey – the kind that hinted at rain without ever fully delivering it. The island breathed in a low, steady rhythm, the sea dragging its heavy waves across the jagged rocks below the mansion. To Tiana, it felt as though the entire world was hushed, listening for something.Inside, the mansion mirrored that stillness. Vast hallways echoed with her footsteps as she moved through her chores, dusting the winding staircase and straightening the velvet drapes that framed the tall windows. Yet beneath the routine, her thoughts churned.Ross Lycan. He lingered in her mind like a shadow cast by a distant storm.Every time she crossed his path, she felt as though she stepped into a different climate – colder, sharper, more unpredictable. And yet… every now and then, his guard would falter. Just long enough for her to glimpse something else. Something raw. Something human.Something dangerous.She tried not to think about those moments, but they slippe

The next morning dawned with a pale, hesitant light. The sea was restless, its waves slapping the cliffs with irritated persistence, as if the ocean itself sensed the shift happening inside her.Tiana awoke before her alarm, her thoughts already circling the same man – the same contradictions, the same unsettling pull. She pressed a hand to her chest, annoyed at the way he lingered there, like a bruise that wouldn’t fade.Ross Lycan.She was starting to hate how easily her mind drifted to him, or maybe she hated that a part of her didn’t hate it at all.She dressed quickly and moved down the hall, the mansion still half-asleep. The corridors were dim, the chandeliers cold and unlit, sunlight barely scraping through the tall windows. Dust motes floated lazily in the quiet. Everything felt suspended, waiting.Waiting for something she didn’t understand.When she reached the kitchen, Alma was already at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled like coconut and herbs.“You’re u

The sea breeze hummed softly through the palms, and the sky was a muted watercolour – half-blue, half-silver – like it couldn’t make up its mind about what it wanted to become. Tiana woke earlier than usual, her head full of restless thoughts and unfinished questions. Ross Lycan had a way of doing that to her – leaving her with fragments of conversations that felt like unread pages.She dressed quietly, unwilling to remain in the suffocating stillness of the mansion. Something in her chest urged movement, as if the island itself was tugging her away from the grand, silent corridors and into the open air. She slipped out before the rest of the staff awoke, except perhaps Mark, who seemed to have an uncanny awareness of every rustle the estate made.Eventually, she found herself near the back garden, where vines trailed lazily over stone walls and a stairway carved into the earth led down toward the cliffs. She remembered seeing it before, only from a distance, and curiosity gnawed at h

The first wave of supplies arrived by boat early in the morning, long crates carried across the deck and down onto the private dock as though they held sacred artifacts. Tiana had been sent to deliver a message to the downstairs staff when she glimpsed them being unloaded – tall wooden boxes stamped with gold seal wax bearing the Lycan crest: a wolf’s head crowned with thorns.“Handle them with clean gloves only,” one supervisor warned. “They’re one-of-a-kind artifacts from overseas.”Tiana paused, curiosity pricking her mind. She wondered what it felt like to live in a world where things held more value than people.She flinched at the thought.Perhaps it wasn’t the world – perhaps it was just Ross Lycan’s world.*By midday, the mansion transformed into an organized storm of activity. Tiana assisted in cleaning the glass veranda, where guests would mingle and overlook the moonlit ocean when the night of celebration finally arrived. She worked in silence alongside two senior maids wh