All Chapters of Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Natasha's POVWestbay, Southwest England."Natasha Hastings, get down from that mast this instant!"My mother's voice carried clear across the harbor, shrill with that particular mix of exasperation and resignation I'd been hearing my whole life. I pretended not to hear, shinning up the last few feet to check the rigging. The view from up here was worth the lecture—all of Westbay spread below, the autumn sun turning the sea to molten copper."Let the girl be, Mary," Father called from the deck. "She's got a better eye for loose lines than half my crew.""She's not a girl, she's a menace!" Mother stood on the dock, arms crossed, face red. "Look at her—dressed like a ragamuffin boy, climbing around like some monkey. She's seventeen, John! Seventeen! She should be learning to keep house, not—whatever this is!"I slid down with practiced ease, landing soft on the deck. My worn sailor's trousers were tar-stained, my loose shirt two sizes too big—borrowed from my older brothers before they'

Natasha's POVMy cap flew off, short curls whipping around my face as I stumbled over rocks. But the fog swallowed everything in seconds, reducing visibility to mere feet. I couldn't see the shore, couldn't see the path—Davelina's hand found mine in the whiteness, fingers locking around my wrist with desperate strength.That's when I heard it.A sound like nothing in nature. Part growl, part breathing, but underneath, something that might have been words in a language no human throat should produce. Heavy footsteps. Multiple sets. Moving with purpose."Oh God," Davelina whispered. "Thomas was right—"The black ship materialized like a phantom made solid.Exactly as Thomas had described—massive, easily three times the size of any fishing vessel, with a hull like charred wood. No sails. No oars. No visible crew. But I could feel eyes watching.Shapes emerged from the fog.My bladder almost let go.They were huge—easily seven feet tall—with bodies caught between human and beast. Thick f

Natasha's POVAn older woman in severe black—clearly the head servant—was circling my sister like a merchant inspecting livestock. "The water's too hot," she snapped at someone. "Add cold. We can't scald her skin before presentation."I forced myself to move, to walk forward on numb legs, to pour the buckets into the bath as ordered. My eyes stayed down, but I was close enough now to see the tremors running through Davelina's body, the way her hands clenched at her sides."You. Yes, fisher boy." The older woman's voice cut through my thoughts. "Come here."I approached slowly, keeping my cap low, praying she wouldn't look too close.She grabbed my chin with surprising strength and jerked my face up, her pale eyes boring into mine. They were sharp, calculating, missing nothing. Her gaze traveled over my features."For a fisherman's son, your hands are remarkably uncalloused," she said softly. "And your face is... very clean. Very pretty. Too pretty for a boy who's supposedly hauled net