All Chapters of Lycan Lineage: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Walking through the halls of Lupine High felt like trudging through eternal déjà vu, the same worn-out floor tiles, the slightly stained beige walls (possibly from teenage tears and expired coffee), and that unmistakable smell of sweat mixed with cheap disinfectant. But now, with graduation looming, everything felt... heightened. Like every detail was screaming to be noticed one last time.Colorful flyers were plastered everywhere, haphazardly taped to walls and bulletin boards, prom announcements, rehearsal schedules, post-graduation party ads. Some were ripped, others scribbled over with inside jokes, little notes, or pen-drawn hearts. Students brushed past each other in the rush between classes, lugging heavy books, half-zipped backpacks, and wrinkled clothes. Laughter, shouting, and hurried footsteps filled the air like a chaotic, living soundtrack.There was a different kind of energy now, electric, almost nostalgic. Like everyone was trying to stretch out every second, every mom

I froze, my body reacting in ways I didn’t even know it could. It wasn’t just the shock of being caught, it was something in his voice. Deep. Rough. But with an unsettling intimacy. It had a strange edge, like it had crawled into my skin. It made something inside me tremble, like an echo of something ancient. Something forgotten. The kind of voice that could show up in a nightmare, or a dangerously good fantasy.For a second, everything else vanished. And all I could think was: Who, or what, has a voice like that? And with that thought came a weird tightness in my chest, a mix of fear and fascination that I couldn’t explain.Cherrie smiled and lowered the window. “Good evening, officer. Is something wrong?”He stepped closer. Tall. Broad shoulders beneath a dark uniform. His face half shadowed by his cap. And devilishly handsome. But not in a nice-boy kind of way. The dangerous kind, sharp like a blade in a dark room. The kind you know can cut you, and still, you’re drawn to it. His f

I nodded, even though I couldn’t say a word, with the air burning in my lungs like I’d just inhaled fire. The road was already behind us, swallowed by the blur of darkness, and all that existed now was the forest, dense, suffocating, far too tight. The pines swallowed us whole like a sea without light, and the sharp smell of wet earth and needles hit me in the face like a slap. The ground was uneven, covered in roots and jagged branches that seemed determined to stop us, to hurt us. Every step was a new scratch on my skin, every branch a warning that we shouldn’t be there. But we couldn’t stop. Behind us, his howls tore through the air, mixed with the horrible sound of claws ripping through the ground. Closer every second. More real with every breath.“We have to keep going. Find shelter, anything,” I shouted, even though my throat was already raw and burning. My voice came out choked, cut by short gasps. “He’s close, Cherrie. Way too close.”She stumbled beside me, her body trembling

His gaze locked on mine, and for a second everything stopped. Me. Him. The world. Then he launched forward, his muscles coiling like ropes ready to snap. The ground shook beneath the weight of his body.I turned and ran. I ran with everything I had. The trees blurred past me, branches whipping at my skin, but I didn’t feel them. My heart pounded, not just from fear but from urgency. I couldn’t let him change his mind and go after her. It's my job now. To be faster. Smarter. More desperate.His growls tore through the night, closer and closer. Branches cracked behind me like breaking bones. I knew he was gaining. I knew I couldn’t keep this up much longer. I risked a glance over my shoulder and nearly tripped. He was there. Massive. Foaming. His red eyes burning with hunger. With want.I forced my legs to go beyond what they were capable of. The air scorched my lungs, and the edges of my vision began to darken. But I kept going. Because this was for her.And then, up ahead, a chance: a

The morning light streamed through my bedroom window, casting a warm glow over the familiar scene. My room was small, with pale blue walls already a bit faded with time, band posters stuck up slightly crooked, a messy desk piled with notebooks and scattered pens. There was a chair shoved into the corner, serving as a makeshift rack for jackets and clothes hastily thrown over it. The bed, pushed up next to the window, was completely tangled, the blanket twisted into a knot like I’d been wrestling it all night. A worn-out rug covered part of the wooden floor, and a moon-shaped lamp stood crooked on the nightstand, still lit from when I’d left it on to chase away the dark of the early morning hours.Nothing had changed, but everything felt different.It was the same room as always, but, at that moment, it felt too strange, too small, too stifling, as if it no longer fit the person I was becoming.The moment I woke up, an avalanche of sensations bombarded my senses.The smell of breakfast