All Chapters of Rise of The Lycan Queen : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Fog and Echo Silas POV The words are barely out of my mouth before a sharp pain, unlike anything I have ever felt, tears through my chest as I watch Emery fall to her knees. A hot pressure builds from the back of my skull and intensifies until I start to see spots in my vision and I begin to feel like my body is on fire. I can feel my wolf’s fury as he roils and tries to snap at me for my decision but I stand my ground, clench my fists and swallow the pain. Noelle comes to stand beside me and I wrap an arm around her shoulders and it is then all hell breaks loose. “How dare you?!” Alicia roars in outrage, glaring at Noelle. “Get away from him now.” She screeches and I barely register it as I can’t look away from the figure hunched and huddled on the ground, her shoulders shaking. The sight sends my wolf into a raged frenzy again, trying to claw his way to the front of my conscious mind. “You might want to consider your next actions and words, Alicia. I am to be your Luna, a

The Spell Silas’s POV The taste of pennies drowned in syrup coats the back of my throat. It feels like choking on smoke, but my hands remain perfectly still as I hold the ceremonial iron dagger. "Do it, Silas," a voice purrs inside my mind. It has a smooth, hypnotic and a soft velvet cadence to it, wrapping around my thoughts like thick ropes. "Slice your palm. Bind yourself to me, your soul is mine. I am your Luna." My body moves without my permission. I press the blade to my skin. Deep in the back of my mind, my wolf is howling in pain, his claws tearing at the walls of my own skull, begging me to stop. 'Wrong! Not her! Wrong!' He roars over and over again. But the voice in my head, the foreign, lulling sweetness hums an inviting melody and the fog settles right back over my eyes. Quick as light, I draw the blade across my palm. The pain barely registers as I have endured much worse. The blood wells, dark and hot. Noelle smiles, her eyes flashing with a gleam of triumph a

CHAPTER SIXThe Edge of the CliffSilas’s POVMy paws thud against the earth in a desperate rhythm. I leave upturned dirt, stones and sticks in my wake as I charge through the woods.My eyes widen as the faint scent of her wafts through my nose on my left and I veer so hard, I ram into a tree, the sound of wood cracking interrupting the silence of the forest.The pain doesn’t register as I thunder on in my haste to catch up to her. The forest is dark, the suffocating scent of pine threatens to throw me off her sweet scent but I shake it off. I push my wolf at a brutal, reckless speed and the air in my lungs feels like breathing in fire.And then it hits me like a ton of bricks.The pain is instant and all consuming, travelling from the crown of my head to the tips of my claws, my whole body spasms and I fall face-first into the dirt. I let myself lie here as the needle-like stabbing sensation shifts and settles in my head.Without the thick fog of Noelle’s powers numbing my mind, the

CHAPTER EIGHTAn Alpha In MiserySilas’s POV Three weeks.Three god forsaken weeks of staring into an emptiness, tearing my hands bloody and raw against razor sharp river rocks and coming up with nothing.My wolf claws relentlessly at the inside of my ribs, a manic wounded beast trapped in a cage of my own making. The mate bond isn’t just severed, it's an open and infected wound that leaks excruciating pain through my veins every time I take a breath. Every morning I wake up, expecting the phantom scent of her, only to be choked by the still, heavy silence of nothing.I slam my fists against my mahogany desk in my study, the heavy would splitting down the center under the force of my strength.“Silas, you need to stop,” Matthias says quietly, standing by the tall glass windows. He looks exhausted, his Beta instincts are strained to the limit from running the pack while I spent twenty-one straight days hunting a ghost. “The border patrols are collapsing, the pack elders are demandi

A Hollow AlphaSilas’s POVI sit behind the dark mahogany desk in my office, staring at the stack of map border reports sprayed across the wood. The ink on the partners seem to bleed together under the dim glow of the dim desk lamp but I don’t read words, I already know what every single page says.Two years.Search party sector seven: negative.Search party sector of nine: negative.Twenty-four months of stifling silence.Search party borderland: no sign.I don't care. I pick up the pen and sign the requisition forms for four more search units, signing and stamping the Silver Moon seal, ready for the other neighbouring Pack lands.“Silas,” Matthias's voice breaks the silence. He stands in the doorway, his shirt crisp, his face drawn tight with weary frustration that has become permanent over the last two years. He carries a thick folder under his arm, refusing to look at the fresh stack of others on my desk.“The Elders are waiting in the main hall. Nero is threatening to call a for