Todos os capítulos de The Cry of a Lycan: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

MELANI'S POV Five years ago. The first heavy drop of rain struck the stone courtyard, shattering into a star of cool water. Then another. Within seconds, the sky gave way, pouring down in relentless sheets that swallowed the world in grey. The sword in my hand did not stop moving. It cut through the air again and again, striking the training dummy with a precision that bordered on fury. Completely unfazed by the storm, I stood my ground and continued training myself. I was drenched in the rain. My hair, now completely soaked, was plastered against my scalp, weaving together like a slick web. It clung stubbornly to the skin of my forehead and the nape of my neck. With a sharp exhale that mingled with the mist, I drove my sword forward. The steel whistled through the humid air, slicing through raindrops in a blur, before descending on the dummy. It's been five years now after the encounter I had with my mother in the training hall. Silence has been our only l

ENISA'S POVMy eyes fluttered open, surrendering to the darkness that had swallowed the room whole. Everything was a blur, the world swimming before me as the walls and ceiling seemed to spin in a relentless haze.I slammed them shut, grinding my knuckles into the ache behind my lids, then forced them open one more time.This time, faint outlines slowly emerged from the black. Furniture. The curtains. And a figure sprawled across the king-sized bed.Zaden.We had a deal; tonight was his turn to claim the space. For a long moment, I stayed perfectly still, listening to the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing in the dark. Then, breaking the quiet, I shoved the blanket off my legs. The cold air hit my skin like ice, making me shiver as I slid off the edge of the couch. Navigating the room blindly felt like threading a maze.Drifting past the shadow of an armchair and narrowly missing the edge of the coffee table, my outstretched fingers finally grazed the smooth plaster of th

ALARIC'S POV VENNAS The fire crackled between us, spitting hot sparks into the freezing night air. Past the firelight, the dark forest stood frozen, tall trees bending in the heavy wind while an owl hooted out in the black distance. I let the quiet drag on until the air grew tense, then slowly raised my eyes to look at the men sitting around the flames. “The Beta stays." That was as far as Zigi got. His voice was raspy, worn thin by the endless friction of command and the stubborn resistance of the men around him. He raised a hand, palm-up, as if he could physically press the objections back down into the dirt. However, it seemed Rohan wasn’t having it. Before Zigi could pull his hand back, Rohan’s elbow slammed into his ribs with a sickening, hollow thud. The blow carried the force of a coiled spring released all at once, brutal, sudden, and entirely devoid of the cautious hesitation that governed formal duels. Zigi stumbled sideways, air rushing from his lungs in a sharp, st

KAEL Silverstone pack ( Ten Years Ago) Champagne crystals chimed against one another. The sharp clink of glasses swallowed the applause as another toast echoed through the grand hall, this one dedicated to my elder brother, Zaden. His eighteenth birthday had become the event everyone wanted to attend. My father had made certain of it. From the upper gallery, I rested both hands on the cold marble railing and watched the celebration unfold below. Servants weaved through the sea of nobles with silver trays balanced on their palms. Laughter drifted toward the ceiling. Music filled every forgotten corner of the mansion. And in the middle of it all… There was Zaden. He barely had to move before another young lady found an excuse to stand beside him. Like a magnet, he exuded the ability to attract admiring glances, most of which I could tell was forced. The room itself was bent around his presence. Only days ago, he had awakened his wolf. That single moment had g

KAEL'S POV*************Present. The first thing my eyes settled on when I opened them was a woman.She stood over me, her grey eyes fixed on my face. There was something hidden beneath their surface, an emotion I couldn't quite identify.The sunlight streaming through the window was painfully bright, forcing me to squint. I blinked several times before attempting to look at her again. When I finally managed to open my eyes, she hadn't moved. She was still standing there, watching me.“You are awake.”She let out a small sigh, her lips pursed in what almost looked like a pout.“How long have I—”“Two weeks.”Her response was curt.Her index finger had been tracing absentmindedly across my chest, but the moment she seemed to notice what she was doing, she withdrew her hand.“You have been lying in this bed for two weeks,” she continued, folding her hands in front of her. “And every time you wake up, you ask the same question.”I fell silent.The sharp scent of herbal medicine filled m