Nobela ni Liana evadne

Callan stormed out of his room, fists clenched. His chest felt heavy, his mind spinning with frustration and confusion.Hazel. who was she, why couldn't he just stop thinking of her. in his nightmares she was after him to kill him, she had betrayed him.but still the name echoed in his head, a whisper from a past he couldn’t remember. He reached for the memory, but it slipped away, leaving behind a sharp ache in his chest. everytime he tries to think deeply, it felt like there was just this block, just something that kept blocking him. his wolf also felt frustrated already.He needed to hit something. anything to let out the frustration and anger, he felt.The training grounds were empty—just how he wanted them. Pulling off his shirt, he let the cold night air bite at his heated skin. Without a second thought, he attacked the wooden training dummies.One punch. Another. Harder. Faster.But no matter how hard he struck, the answer wouldn’t come. the barrier in his head wouldn't break.

Callan's pov Callan jolted awake, his body drenched in sweat. His chest heaved as he stared at the ceiling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The dream—no, the nightmare—still clung to his mind like a thick fog, refusing to fade.There was a woman.Her face was blurred, always just out of reach. But her presence… it felt familiar.And then there was the name.Hazel.It rang in his head like an echo from a forgotten past. A name that should mean something. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t place it.Callan ran a frustrated hand through his hair. His wolf was restless, pacing inside him. It had been like this for weeks—visions that made no sense, emotions that weren’t his own, and a nagging feeling that something was missing.The door creaked open, and his Beta, Ronan, stepped in, his sharp eyes scanning Callan’s face."You look like you lost a fight in your sleep," Ronan muttered.Callan exhaled. "Feels like it."Ronan folded his arms. "Another nightmare?"Callan nodded.

Hazel stormed after Lucien, her hands clenched into fists.Brother?That word wouldn’t leave her head. It felt wrong. Impossible.Lucien barely acknowledged her as he moved through the back of the small house rummaging through a wooden crate filled with weapons.Hazel wasn’t having it. “Hey! answer me right now, I asked you a question!,"'Lucien smirked but didn’t stop what he was doing. “And I ignored it. Thought you’d take the hint.”Hazel huffed. “Oh, trust me, I got the hint. I just really have to understand what you meant by callan is your brother”Lucien tossed a small dagger at her, and Hazel barely caught it before it sliced her hand.Hazel glared at him. “Are you insane?”Lucien chuckled. “Possibly. But you need to sharpen your reflexes.”Hazel pointed the dagger at him. “You need to sharpen your attitude before I stab you with this.”Lucien grinned. “Feisty. I like it.”Hazel rolled her eyes. “Cut the crap, Lucien. What do you mean Callan is your brother?”Lucien threw a swo

Hazel’s head pounded as she woke up, her entire body aching like she’d been hit by a truck. But nothing compared to the sharp pain burning through her mate mark.She groaned, sitting up and touching her neck. What the hell did Lucien do to her? The mark felt dull, as if something had been drained from it.Hazel pushed herself off the bed, her legs shaky, but she forced them to move. The smell of food drifted through the air, which only made her more irritated.She stepped into what barely passed as a kitchen and saw Lucien cooking.Lucien. Cooking. what the actual fuck.Hazel blinked. “What the actual fuck am I looking at?”Lucien glanced over his shoulder, completely unbothered. “A starving, cranky she-wolf who needs food before she passes out again."Hazel scowled, gripping the doorway. “No, I meant you. Are you seriously cooking? What is this? A hostage situation or a cooking show?, and by the way I passed out because you did something nasty to me."Lucien smirked, stirring whateve

Hazel stood in the middle of the room, her heart pounding. The memories she had just unlocked burned inside her like fire. Her parents had been framed. They had confessed to a crime they didn’t commit just to protect her. And the pack—the same pack she had served as a maid for her whole life—had let her suffer.Her hands clenched into fists. Anger roared inside her like a storm. burned deep within her, like a fiery furnace, She couldn’t stay here. She needed answers. She needed to see Callan, she need to confirm everything Selena had said.“I need to go,” she muttered. “I need to talk to Callan, I need to see him, he needs to see me”Lucien, who had been watching her from the shadows, sighed. “Remember my warning, Hazel.”Hazel spun around, her eyes blazing. “Well, fuck your warning, Lucien! Because I’m leaving.”Lucien smirked, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “Is that so?”“Yes. So break the damn spell. Right now.” Hazel’s voice was sharp, demanding.Lucien tilted his head. “Well

Hazel sat on the bed, staring at the small box in her hands. Lucien’s words echoed in her mind.“The box is empty but full of locked memories.”Her fingers tightened around it. Locked memories? What did that mean?Her heart pounded. If this box could help her remember something, she needed to open it. But Lucien said she had to use her blood.Hazel took a deep breath. She looked around the room, searching for something sharp. Her eyes landed on a broken piece of glass from the shattered wine glasses.She picked it up carefully, holding it against her finger.Just a small cut, she thought.She pressed down, and a sharp pain shot through her finger. A drop of blood appeared.Taking a deep breath, she let the blood fall onto the carvings on the box.Nothing happened at first.Then—The carvings glowed. The box trembled in her hands, the symbols shifting like they were alive. Hazel’s breath caught in her throat.Then, suddenly—A sharp pain shot through her head. Hazel gasped, clutching h