Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 191 - 챕터 200

Devon's POV Questions had a way of multiplying. I'd started this investigation looking for one answer. Instead, I'd collected a dozen new mysteries. The latest sat folded in the passenger seat beside me, a list of names scribbled on yellowed paper by one of the oldest werewolf historians still living. At the bottom of the page, one location had been circled twice. The Hall of Records. According to the old historian, it housed documents dating back to the First Packs, records so old that most wolves believed they were myths. If there was an explanation for what had happened between Hannah and me, it would be there. The Hall stood deep within the Cascade Mountains, hidden behind towering pines that had probably stood for centuries. It wasn't a place ordinary wolves stumbled across. There were no signs leading to it, no roads marked on maps. Only those invited ever found it. I parked beneath an ancient cedar and climbed the stone steps leading to the entrance. T

Eric's POV Some conversations couldn't happen in a crowded room. No matter how comfortable everyone pretended to be, there were things that needed to be said without an audience. I'd been waiting for the right moment since arriving in Los Angeles. It finally came the following evening. Anton had gone for a run. Hannah was in the library, still riding the excitement of finally staying conscious through one of her visions. Every so often I heard her laughing with one of the Daywalker guards who had become the unfortunate volunteer for her endless questions about vampire history. For the first time in days... She sounded like herself. I leaned against the balcony railing overlooking the city. Los Angeles glittered beneath the night sky. Behind me, the sliding door opened. "I thought I'd find you here." I turned. Atreus stepped onto the balcony, two mugs in his hands. "I wasn't aware vampires drank coffee." "We don't need it." He handed me one anyway.

The Veil Leader's POV People imagined evil as loud. They imagined armies marching beneath black banners. Kings seated upon thrones built from bones. Men who shouted orders and demanded obedience. They were wrong. Power rarely announced itself. It whispered. It waited. It moved unseen until the board had already been arranged exactly as intended. I stood before a wall covered in maps. Los Angeles occupied the center. Thin strands of black thread stretched outward like veins. Each one connected to a photograph. Hannah. Atreus. Eric. Anton. Devon. Smaller photographs spread beyond them. Daywalker captains. Alphas. Elders. Pack leaders. Even humans who unknowingly occupied important positions. Every thread represented a choice. Every choice had led them here. A man entered quietly, stopping several feet behind me. "The scouts have returned." "I know." He hesitated. "You haven't read their report." "I don't need to." Silen

Hannah's POV For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up before anyone else. Not because of a vision. Not because a nightmare had dragged me from sleep. I had a good night rest and woke up early. I lay there for a moment, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of Atreus' house while the morning sun slipped through the curtains. It felt strange. Peaceful. I'd almost forgotten what peaceful felt like. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of attacks, revelations, ancient prophecies, and enough emotional damage to last me a lifetime. And yet... Something inside me had changed. I wasn't scared anymore. Well... That wasn't entirely true. I was terrified. The difference was that I was tired of letting fear decide what I could and couldn't do. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched. "If another ancient secret gets revealed today," I muttered to myself, "I'm going back to bed." No vision interrupted me. That was encouraging.

Atreus' POV For a long moment, no one spoke. The chamber, so often filled with debate, had fallen into a silence so complete I could hear the flames crackling in the braziers lining the walls. My mother's memory lingered between us. A ghost invited into the room without permission. Lucien lowered his eyes. "She adapted to immortality better than anyone expected," he said quietly. "She loved our people. She learned our customs. She stood beside your father through every insult this Council threw at her." His voice carried no bitterness. Only sadness. "Many of us came to respect her." A few of the older Elders nodded. I remembered her, how beautiful she was, how kind.. A gentle voice singing. Warm hands brushing my hair back. The scent of lavender. Memories so old they barely felt like my own. Lucien's expression darkened. "And then she was murdered." The words settled over the chamber like ash. "No one discovered who was responsible," he continue