The Chronicles of Lycanthorin

n-high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings, walls lined with tapestries depicting wolves and moons, and a fireplace crackling softly in t

?" she muttered, her voice hoarse. The door creaked open, and an older woman stepped inside, her silver hair tied back in a neat bun. She carried a tray of food, the arom

e in the Lycanthorin packhouse. You're safe here." "Safe?" Zariah scoffed, her voice rising. "I don't even know where 'here' is! And who brought me here?" Elena hesitated, her

ena stepped forward, blocking her path. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You're still weak, and the Alpha wouldn't take kindly to you wandering off." Zariah glared at her. "I don't care what your Alpha would or wouldn't take kind

ch. He was even more imposing up close, his broad shoulders and sharp features radiating power. Zariah's h

you serious? I don't even know you! And I'm not a werewolf, so whatever delusion you're under, you can forget it." Valrik's jaw tightened, his golden eyes flashing with irritation. "You don't have to believe me, but it doesn't change the truth. You're my mate, and I'm not letting you go." Zariah's hands clenched into fists. "You can't just keep me here! I'm not some... some prize for you to claim!" Draeven growled in Valrik's mind, his voice sharp. *Be patient. She doesn't understand.* Valrik ignored him, his temper flaring. "You think I wanted this? A rogue with a dormant wolf? You're a liability, but you're

alrik's expression darkened, his golden eyes flickering with something unreadable. "You don't know who they were?" "No," Zariah snapped. "And I don't care. I just want to leave." Valrik's patience snapped. "You're not

to escape. Valrik watches her, his expression unreadable, but his resolve unwavering. He knows she's hi