Todos os capítulos de The Lycan King’s Pawn: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 55

The morning air of the southern coast was crisp and clean, carrying the faint, salty scent of the ocean. Dawn had barely begun to paint the sky in soft shades of amber and violet when the three horses stamped their hooves against the cobblestones outside the wooden gate.Valen stood by his mount, tightening the leather cinch on the saddle. He wore his seasoned traveler's coat sturdy, dark gray wool treated to keep out wind and rain”with his sword securely buckled at his hip. Though the realm was at peace and the shadow seals held fast in the high towers of the Citadel, old habits of preparation died hard."Are you sure you packed enough dried fruit, Aurora?" Lyra asked, stepping out onto the porch. She adjusted a set of silver throwing knives on her belt, her movements smooth and practiced.Aurora stepped out behind her, adjusting the strap of her travel pack. She was dressed in practical riding leather, her dark hair pulled back into a tight braid just like her mother's. Resting agai

Valen rested his hand lightly on the pommel of his sword, his eyes fixed on the narrow opening between the thick oak trees. "Stay close behind me," he murmured to Aurora and Lyra, his voice calm and steady."I'm right here, Daddy," Aurora replied, her fingers lightly touching the glowing blue amulet at her chest. The crystal's steady, comforting pulse seemed to match the rhythm of her breathing, easing any sudden tension in the air.Lyra slipped her hand down to the hilt of her twin daggers, her green eyes scanning every shadow in the dense thicket. "Whoever carved those runes wanted us to find this path. Let's see who is waiting at the end of it."They led their horses a short distance through the narrow break in the trees, stepping out into a surprisingly wide, sunlit clearing.In the center of the clearing stood a circular stone cottage, its walls covered in thick green moss and climbing ivy. A thin curl of white smoke drifted peacefully from the stone chimney. Around the cottage,

The words on the ancient leather-bound page seemed to shimmer under the soft blue light of the cavern. Valen stood close, his hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sword, while Lyra scanned the dark corners of the massive underground hall to ensure nothing else was stirring.Aurora stared down at the open journal, her fingers still resting lightly on the edge of the parchment. "What does it mean, Daddy? The true dawn lies across the northern sea?"Before Valen could answer, the air above the silver chest suddenly grew cold.The blue light filtering down from the crystal shafts in the ceiling bent and twisted, swirling into a dense, glowing column right above the open book. The motes of light danced together, rapidly weaving themselves into the solid shape of a towering figure.Valen instantly stepped in front of Aurora, drawing his blade halfway out of its scabbard with a sharp shing, while Lyra dropped into a low, balanced combat stance, her daggers flashing in her hands.The glo