《THE SILENCE OF LYCAN ISLE》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

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 herse

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 Lycan’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 w

Tiana could feel the weight of tension between Ross and herself, pressing into the air like a pulse.His voice, when it came, was ragged at the edges. “You should go back to your chores.”She held his gaze, refusing to step back. “I asked you a question.”His eyes burned. “And I gave you an answer.”“You avoided it.”He exhaled sharply, frustration rippling through him like a tremor. “Tiana, you’re making this more difficult than it needs to be.”She took a single step closer.Something flickered in his expression – shock, desire, fear – she couldn’t decipher it fast enough.“Why am I difficult for you?” she whispered.He closed his eyes briefly, as if steadying himself. When he opened them again, she saw it – another crack. A thin fracture in the armour he wore so relentlessly. “You…” He swallowed hard. “You make me forget things I can’t afford to forget. Most of them are dangerous… for your sake.”Dangerous. Her heart stumbled – not out of fear, but concern. “Like what?”“That you’re

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 he