《7 Days With The Cursed Lycan King》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 7 章

Kelsey’s POV She ran through moonlit woods, her bare feet tearing across damp earth. Ahead, a woman who looked exactly like her, same messy dark hair, same determined eyes reached out, desperate. “Silas!” the woman screamed. “Don’t…” A monstrous howl shattered the night. Claws. Blood. Pain. Kelsey bolted upright in bed, heart hammering against her ribs. Her alarm shrieked on the nightstand like a warning siren. She slapped it silent, breathing hard, sweat cooling on her skin. Just another dream. The same damn dream she’d been having for weeks. She rubbed her face and glanced at the clock: 7:45 a.m. Late again. Swearing under her breath, she threw on jeans, a worn jacket, and her most comfortable boots — her unofficial reporter uniform. Ten minutes later she was out the door of her tiny apartment, coffee forgotten in her rush. The People’s Gazette office smelled like stale coffee and broken dreams. She remembered moving to Romania three years ago with a journalism degree

Kelsey’s POV Kelsey’s flashlight beam trembled as the low growl reverberated through the narrow stone passage. It wasn’t an echo. It was close. Too close. She pressed her back against the cold, damp wall, heart slamming so hard she could feel it in her teeth. Her camera hung from its strap around her neck, and she instinctively lifted it, switching to video mode with one hand while gripping the flashlight like a weapon in the other. Stay calm. Document everything. This is the story. The air tasted ancient — thick with dust, moss, and something metallic that made her stomach turn. The walls were covered in intricate carvings that seemed to shift in the flickering light: wolves running under a full moon, human figures transforming, and strange symbols that looked almost like a language long forgotten. She took a slow step forward, then another. The passage opened into a larger chamber. In the center stood a stone sarcophagus, its lid cracked and partially slid aside. Moonlig

Kelsey’s POVThe snarling grew louder, closer — a guttural sound that vibrated through the stone floor and into Kelsey’s bones. She pressed herself harder against the heavy wooden headboard, eyes locked on the door. The candlestick lay useless on the floor where Silas had left it. Her mind raced through every survival article she’d ever skimmed: Stay calm. Look for weapons. Find an exit. There was nothing. Another roar shattered the silence, this one laced with pain rather than pure rage. It sounded almost… human. Almost like Silas. Kelsey’s breath caught. The dreams flashed behind her eyes again, the woman who looked like her, the man with Silas’s face, the blood. None of it made sense, but her body reacted anyway, a strange mix of terror and an inexplicable urge to move toward the sound. The heavy bolt on the outside of her door scraped open. She grabbed the candlestick anyway, holding it like a baseball bat as the door swung inward. Silas stood in the threshold. Or what was

Kelsey spent the next several hours lost in the vast library of the hidden gothic Castle. The sheer scale of it was overwhelming — shelves that stretched two stories high, connected by narrow iron spiral staircases, filled with leather-bound tomes, fragile scrolls, and artifacts that looked older than most countries. Dust motes danced in the beams of reddish moonlight filtering through the tall arched windows.She told herself she was looking for an escape route or a way to contact the outside world. In reality, she was hunting for answers about Silas, the curse, and why her dreams felt more like memories than nightmares.Her fingers trailed over spines embossed with strange symbols. Some books were written in what looked like Latin mixed with an unknown language. Others had illustrations of massive wolves, shifting forms, and battles between wolf-like beings and figures surrounded by glowing red energy — witches, she assumed.She pulled a volume at random. The Eclipse Blood Debt: A T