All Chapters of Rise of The Lycan Queen : Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

The Architecture of LiesSilas’s POVMy head feels like someone slammed an iron pipe into the base of my skull.Cold, wet stone presses against my left cheek. I try to lift my arm, but a sudden, searing heat bites into my skin. Metal rings scrape against stone, sharp and loud in the dark.I open my eyes. Everything is a blurry mess of dim shadows and damp grey rock. The air smells like wet earth, rust, and burnt hair. It takes three hard blinks for my vision to focus on the heavy iron cuffs bolted around my wrists. Thick silver links trail back to a central ring set deep into the granite bedrock behind me.The silver burns. It sizzles against my bare skin, sending tiny sparks of white agony shooting straight up my forearms. My wolf is curled up deep in my chest, weak, quiet, and completely muted by the heavy metal.I drag myself up against the stone wall, my boots slipping on the slick floor. The room is small. Reinforced iron plates cover the old rock walls, sealed tight with heavy r

The Depth of the Trap Silas’s POV The silence in the cell is worse than the noise. Every time Noelle steps away to rest her voice, the ringing in my ears fills the dark. Blood has dried sticky and tight along my neck, flaking off when I move my jaw. My left ear feels completely blocked, like I am underwater, but the pain in my head has duller edges now. A steady, thumping ache behind my eyes. I rest my head back against the stone wall, taking shallow breaths. The air down here tastes like damp rust and wet earth. I look at my hands. The silver-suppressant chains around my wrists are still hot, eating into my skin with tiny, constant stings. My wolf is so faint I can barely feel his pulse in my chest, but the silver link on my right cuff is cracked. The metal snapped when I threw myself against the wall earlier, leaving a spiky, razor-sharp edge near the rivet. I flex my fingers. It hurts, but the pain keeps my head clear. Slowly, without making a sound against the iron floor,

A Failed EscapeSilas's POVThe ringing in my ears never really stops. It just changes pitch, humming like a broken wire inside my skull.My body feels like I have been run over by a truck and then tossed around like a ragdoll. My healing has slowed because of all the toxins they have injected me with, my body fighting to heal the various cuts and bruises and broken bones.I try to move around a little so that my muscles don’t lock in the position I’ve been in and I hear my joints pop and crack. My wolf is barely a whisper in the back of my consciousness, but I can feel his rage at being treated like this. Once we got out of here, there would be absolute hell to pay.I bid my time, waiting for the right moment to strike. I have to be careful, one wrong move at the wrong time might cost me everything.The heavy iron door swings open with a loud metallic groan.Noelle steps inside the cell by herself. She isn't carrying the loud acoustic box this time. Instead, she holds a long glass sy

White-Hot FuryEmery's POVThe man holding the green blade doesn't even have time to blink.The moment the silver fire touches his sword, the metal vanishes into a puff, leaving black cinders floating to the floor. Vaporized into thin air. The poison paste burns away instantly with a sharp, sweet smell of ash. The pulse hits the three commanders full force, wrapping around their dark body armor in a blinding swirl of pure white heat. The flame eats through their rifles, their sidearms, and their sound-dampening plates, burning every piece of military gear to powder while leaving their skin and the stone floor completely untouched. The last part takes more control than I feel capable of at the moment, but it works.I am precise with it, my focus lethal and unparalled.The blast knocks all three men off their feet. They crash onto the concrete, gasping for breath, their eyes wide with terror as they stare up at me. Horrible blisters are already evident on their bodies.I let out a sharp

Quiet Before the StormSilas's POVThe heavy silver ring sits in my pocket now, but my palm still feels warm where Emery’s skin brushed mine last night.It is four in the morning. The sky outside the high sanctuary windows is a dull, bruised purple. Rain continues to drop off the eaves in slow, steady ticks.I sit on a low wooden bench near the fireplace, cleaning a pair of short silver-coated blades Matthias brought up from the hidden armory. My ribs ache with every deep breath. The raw skin around my wrists burns every time I flex my hands. My wolf is still low in my chest, weak from the silver poison, but my mind feels sharper than it has in weeks. The fog is gone.Across the room, Matthias lays out three small comm earpieces on the glass table. "These run on a tight local frequency. Cassius's men won't be able to jam them without knocking out their own security radios.""Good," I say, testing the balance of the second knife. The blade is light, weighted for quick throwing. "We nee