บททั้งหมดของ The Cry of a Lycan: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Enisa's POVI stood quivering under the weight of the shopping bags. My face, struggling to get out of the suffocating smell of new clothes. Watching with relish as Iris glided along the rows of fabric, gathering dresses as though drawn by an unspoken purpose, I sighed tiredly, my feet aching from standing too long.My gaze flickered over the mannequins, perfect, lifeless models of elegance draped in exquisite dresses.“It is very beautiful, Iris. It suits you well; take it.”I will hear Vedica say whenever Iris emerges from the dressing room shrouded in new clothes.She hardly ever looked at her before offering her verdict.I found myself rolling my eyes far more often than was dignified. None of the dresses suited her, not truly, but Vedica, thoroughly consumed by the thrill of choosing, seemed content to approve of anything that passed before her. Iris, in turn, required no real persuasion. It was less a fitting and more a ritual: she would emerge, Vedica would praise, and anothe

IRIS POV Moonstone pack I leaned closer to the mirror, tilting my head just enough for my cleavage to make an appearance. My green eyes swept over my reflection with practiced precision. Skin? Flawless. Lips? Perfectly shaped. Not a single wrinkle dared show itself. As expected. Satisfied, I uncrossed my legs and pushed myself up, drifting toward my bed before collapsing onto it like royalty returning from a long, exhausting day of being beautiful. My arms spread wide, eyes fixed lazily on the ceiling. “Starlie?” I called to my wolf, and a faint growl answered. Good. Alive, but clearly still in a bad mood. “I know you can hear me. But since you’re pretending to be deaf anyway, I just thought you should know I've found our perfect mate.” There was a brief pause, then I heard her say, “Tell me more.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, so thick I could practically slip on it. “It doesn’t sound like you want to hear more,” I muttered, arching a brow. A low groan ec

ENISA POV“What are you doing, Enisa?”Father’s voice came low, almost a whisper, yet it cut through the noise around me.I didn’t bother to look at him. “What does it look like I’m doing?”The sarcasm in my tone was sharp and unrestrained. I was already overstimulated by the music, the chatter, and the suffocating atmosphere. The last thing I needed was a pointless question.I turned to leave, but his hand shot out, gripping my wrist. Before I could react, he pulled me into a secluded corner.The tray in my hands trembled violently, the glasses clinking together, teetering on the verge of shattering. My heart skipped. If even one broke, I couldn’t begin to imagine the punishment that would follow. Father might let it pass, but his wife would never miss an opportunity to make me pay.I stared at him, stunned. His sudden aggression left me momentarily speechless.What have I done wrong this time?The question passed my mind as I locked gaze with him.“Who told you to work at the party,

ZADEN'S POV Moonstone pack The sudden screech of the car tyres pulled me back from my reverie. "Sir, we’re here,” my butler announced. I turned my head toward the tinted window, my gaze steady as it settled on the sprawling estate beyond the glass, its presence as commanding as the name it bore. That familiar knot in my stomach tightened again. Right then, the sound of tyres pulled in behind the car, one after the other, announcing the arrival of the convoy. I flicked a glance at the rearview mirror, eyes skimming over the line of cars trailing me. "Grey." I didn’t raise my voice. Never had to. "Yes, sir.” "How many cars did my father deem necessary to shadow me?” I swiped out my phone, my thumb dragging along the screen ceaselessly. The silence that followed dragged a little too long. "You are quiet.” "Just enough, sir.” I let out a small breath, slipping off my shades just as the rear door opened. One of the guards stood there, straight-backed, waiting.