บททั้งหมดของ The Cry of a Lycan: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

ENISA'S POV “Dreadlock.” The way he called his name awakened something in me, undiluted fear. A gunshot fired into the air, the sound reverberating through the estate like a distant echo. Alpha Dreadlock remained perfectly still, unfazed by the turmoil around us. “Kayak, you honor me with your presence.” He spoke calmly just as the latter strode toward us. “Shall I also honor you by sending you to an early grave?” He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Alpha Dreadlock, his eyes shifting like restless tides, flashing with an untamed spirit. In a split second, he closed the distance, the nozzle of the gun now pressed firmly against Alpha Dreadlock’s forehead. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t pull this trigger for your betrayal.” “Friendship counters all reasons, good friend.” “And yet you went behind my back, breaching the contract, by wedding your son to another woman.” “And yet you went behind my back and breached our contract by wedding your son to another woman.” I st

Zaden's POV I traipsed down the hallway, the rhythmic thud of my boots echoing in the oppressive serenity. Outside, the storm raged on, rain hammered the floor-to-ceiling glass, and rolling thunder rattled. I caught my reflection in the storm-streaked windows, the dark pack grounds flashing into view with every strike of lightning. A servant hurried by, clutching folded sheets, and quickly averted her eyes as I passed. I didn’t even glance her way. My irritation only deepened as Enisa’s face flashed through my mind, immediately followed by Melani’s. I reached for the heavy double doors of the west wing, shoved them open with a harsh clatter, and pushed deeper into the shadows of the western corridor toward the cellar lounge. The Cask & Vine was the estate’s personal wine cellar, and this was the exact place I found myself after I pushed another door open. I seldom make trips to this place. The few times I did, I left feeling hollow and emptier than I had come. The door groaned

Leinna's POV VENNAS "What?!” The word came out far louder than I intended, and several heads turned. Kael didn't even flinch, didn't look up from the deer. There wasn't even a hint of guilt on his face, no shame either… Nothing. The man looked as calm as if we were discussing the weather. "You heard me." He said after a long pause, and my jaw dropped. For once in my life, words failed me. Surely he was lying, exaggerating, trying to provoke me. Unfortunately, the complete seriousness on his face made that theory crumble rather quickly. "You are impossible." "Has nobody taught you to be considerate of other people?" I nearly choked; the audacity. "Considerate?!" I repeated it, trying to keep a straight face. "Yes." His knife sliced smoothly through a strip of hide. "Some people enjoy sleeping at night." My lips parted, but all the words tumbling through my mind died in my throat. Because what exactly was I supposed to say to that? Sorry for distur

Melani’s POV Silverstone pack What is your definition of a perfect daughter? I know. A daughter who is obedient and humble. One who bends gracefully to her father's wishes without question. Modest in appearance, refined in manner, admired by her people. The pride of the pack. The kind of daughter whose name is spoken with reverence and whose accomplishments are worn like a mantle upon her shoulders. Laudable, isn't it? My life isn't perfect, but the lie is. Growing up beneath the roof of a general with three spiteful stepmothers and only one biological mother, the youngest of his wives, was never easy. Every achievement came at a cost. Every rejection left a mark. Every humiliation taught me something valuable. People like to believe hardship makes you stronger. It does, and it also tames you. It makes you observant, fills you with discernment; it breaks you, destroys your hopes, and then builds you back, piece by piece. For every step forward I took, th

ENISA'S POV Silverstone pack Tick. Tick. Tick. The wall clock droned on relentlessly, each second stretching thin until it no longer felt like time passing, but rather a countdown to something unseen. "So many of them." The thought surfaced again in the hollow recesses of my mind. It didn't feel like my own thoughts anymore. It simply existed, lingering at the edges of my consciousness. My eyes were open, yet for a moment they failed to truly register what lay before me. The room was overwhelming. Like stepping into a memory that wasn't mine. "What do you call this place again?" I finally asked, forcing my gaze to focus. Books. Thousands of them were kept on shelves towering from the floor to a questionable altitude in perfect symmetry, each row arranged with almost obsessive precision. Some volumes rested behind glass cases, preserved like sacred relics. "The Hall of Knowledge," Butler Grey replied. He stood several paces behind me, perfectly still, his hands clasped