All Chapters of The Cry of a Lycan: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

52 Chapters

Chapter 31: REBELS

ENISA'S POV Silverstone pack It was like a complete shutdown. Everywhere I looked, guards moved around in coordinated waves, their presence swallowing the estate whole. The air was tense, and somewhere beyond the gates, the sharp cry of sirens echoed through the night, like the approach of military vans. The massive entrance doors swung open as we made our way outside, and what greeted me was chilling. Outside the grand oak doors of the mansion was a detailed diamond formation of bodyguards shielding a central figure at the core. I barely had time to process what I was seeing when a hand suddenly wrapped around my wrist, swaying me to another direction. I looked up and saw that it was Zaden; he guided me straight through the formation, and in the blur of the moment I found myself standing at the very front, where Alpha Dreadlock stood erect with his hands clasped firmly behind his back. The dim estate lights reflected against his long, shoulder-length hair, dark stra

Chapter 32: REBELS (2)

ENISA'S POV “Dreadlock.” The way he called his name awakened something in me, undiluted fear. A gunshot fired into the air, the sound reverberating through the estate like a distant echo. Alpha Dreadlock remained perfectly still, unfazed by the turmoil around us. “Kayak, you honor me with your presence.” He spoke calmly just as the latter strode toward us. “Shall I also honor you by sending you to an early grave?” He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Alpha Dreadlock, his eyes shifting like restless tides, flashing with an untamed spirit. In a split second, he closed the distance, the nozzle of the gun now pressed firmly against Alpha Dreadlock’s forehead. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t pull this trigger for your betrayal.” “Friendship counters all reasons, good friend.” “And yet you went behind my back, breaching the contract, by wedding your son to another woman.” “And yet you went behind my back and breached our contract by wedding your son to another woman.” I st

Chapter 33: The Woman From His Past

ENISA'S POV “Zaden.” It was Melani who called out to him. Hearing her voice up close sent a chill crawling down my spine. Zaden halted in his tracks before finally lifting his head to look at her, just as she stopped directly in front of him. Everyone else had already gone inside; no one remained except the three of us. Turning to my left, I caught sight of General Kayak disappearing through a door that led to the guest rooms, completely unaware of whatever remnants lingered behind. Then I heard Melani’s heels click softly against the floor as she stepped closer, her hands clasped neatly before her while she held his gaze warmly. Her green eyes traveled slowly across his face, almost possessively, before a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Not even a welcome hug? Have you always been such a terrible host?” Her cherry-red lips curved into a cunning smile as her voice lowered slightly. “Or is this your way of pretending you no longer remember me?” “I remember enoug

Chapter 34: The Deal

Zaden's POV I traipsed down the hallway, the rhythmic thud of my boots echoing in the oppressive serenity. Outside, the storm raged on, rain hammered the floor-to-ceiling glass, and rolling thunder rattled. I caught my reflection in the storm-streaked windows, the dark pack grounds flashing into view with every strike of lightning. A servant hurried by, clutching folded sheets, and quickly averted her eyes as I passed. I didn’t even glance her way. My irritation only deepened as Enisa’s face flashed through my mind, immediately followed by Melani’s. I reached for the heavy double doors of the west wing, shoved them open with a harsh clatter, and pushed deeper into the shadows of the western corridor toward the cellar lounge. The Cask & Vine was the estate’s personal wine cellar, and this was the exact place I found myself after I pushed another door open. I seldom make trips to this place. The few times I did, I left feeling hollow and emptier than I had come. The door groaned

Chapter 35: The arrogant Beta

Leinna's POV. My eyes fluttered open, blinking against the warm rays of sunlight streaming through the tall windows. For a moment, I simply stared at the ceiling, disoriented by the familiar room and the scent of cedar and smoke lingering in the air. Then the soreness hit. A soft groan escaped me as I shifted beneath the blankets. Every muscle seemed determined to remind me that yesterday had been long and exhausting. I carefully turned onto my side, my eyes finding Alaric instantly. He lay on his back, seemingly undisturbed by the morning light pouring across the bed. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, the morning light spilling across the sharp planes of his face. In sleep, he looked different, perhaps less intimidating. A strand of dark hair had fallen over his forehead, and one muscular arm rested carelessly across the mattress between us. My gaze lingered for a moment longer than it should have. Memories of the previous night crept into my mind, and heat

Chapter 36: Bloody Savages

Leinna's POV VENNAS "What?!” The word came out far louder than I intended, and several heads turned. Kael didn't even flinch, didn't look up from the deer. There wasn't even a hint of guilt on his face, no shame either… Nothing. The man looked as calm as if we were discussing the weather. "You heard me." He said after a long pause, and my jaw dropped. For once in my life, words failed me. Surely he was lying, exaggerating, trying to provoke me. Unfortunately, the complete seriousness on his face made that theory crumble rather quickly. "You are impossible." "Has nobody taught you to be considerate of other people?" I nearly choked; the audacity. "Considerate?!" I repeated it, trying to keep a straight face. "Yes." His knife sliced smoothly through a strip of hide. "Some people enjoy sleeping at night." My lips parted, but all the words tumbling through my mind died in my throat. Because what exactly was I supposed to say to that? Sorry for distur

Chapter 37: Bloody Barbarians

LEINNA'S POV I became rooted to the spot, words failing me as I watched Mehan slump to the ground. For a brief moment, the battle around me faded into a distant blur. The shouting, the clash of steel, the frantic movement of men rushing in every direction….all of it seemed to dull away. My eyes remained fixed on her, on the place where she had fallen. My teary eyes unwittingly shifted ahead to the throng of bloody barbarians careening towards our direction. I blinked, maybe trying to escape what I was seeing, but the scene was right there in front of me; they were twice the size of any humans I had ever encountered. Dark markings ran along both sides of their faces, painted in bold stripes that stretched from cheekbones to jawlines. Some bore intricate symbols etched across their skin, while others wore scars as though they were marks of honor. Their appearance was wild and untamed. Many had tangled hair hanging past their shoulders. Others wore beads, bones, and le

Chapter 38: Her Obsession

Melani’s POV Silverstone pack What is your definition of a perfect daughter? I know. A daughter who is obedient and humble. One who bends gracefully to her father's wishes without question. Modest in appearance, refined in manner, admired by her people. The pride of the pack. The kind of daughter whose name is spoken with reverence and whose accomplishments are worn like a mantle upon her shoulders. Laudable, isn't it? My life isn't perfect, but the lie is. Growing up beneath the roof of a general with three spiteful stepmothers and only one biological mother, the youngest of his wives, was never easy. Every achievement came at a cost. Every rejection left a mark. Every humiliation taught me something valuable. People like to believe hardship makes you stronger. It does, and it also tames you. It makes you observant, fills you with discernment; it breaks you, destroys your hopes, and then builds you back, piece by piece. For every step forward I took, th

Chapter 39: Her Obsession (2)

MELANI'S POV Silverstone pack “Careful now, Layla,” I said softly, my voice threading like a blade. “You say it, and it might just happen that way.” I cautioned, but my wolf remained untamed, coiling beneath my control like something refusing every leash I forced upon it. “You play with dark magic, you die by dark magic.” Her words barely scratched the surface of my intent. I didn’t answer her immediately. Instead, I pushed my hair back and lifted the necklace between my fingers, before bringing it to my neck. The moment the clasp locked into place, something inside me snapped awake. Power surged through me like a violent tide breaking through a dam. My breath hitched as the room spun around me, thoughts thrashing into a whirlwind. I felt my eyes rolled to the back of my head before rolling back. The universe tilted on its edges like a pause button, and for a moment it felt like I was the only thing still conscious in the silence as everything became still. The necklace

Chapter 40: A moment of Silence

ENISA'S POV Silverstone pack Tick. Tick. Tick. The wall clock droned on relentlessly, each second stretching thin until it no longer felt like time passing, but rather a countdown to something unseen. "So many of them." The thought surfaced again in the hollow recesses of my mind. It didn't feel like my own thoughts anymore. It simply existed, lingering at the edges of my consciousness. My eyes were open, yet for a moment they failed to truly register what lay before me. The room was overwhelming. Like stepping into a memory that wasn't mine. "What do you call this place again?" I finally asked, forcing my gaze to focus. Books. Thousands of them were kept on shelves towering from the floor to a questionable altitude in perfect symmetry, each row arranged with almost obsessive precision. Some volumes rested behind glass cases, preserved like sacred relics. "The Hall of Knowledge," Butler Grey replied. He stood several paces behind me, perfectly still, his hands clasped

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