All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MARAIt is dark in the room with only torches that were placed on the wall made of stones as the sources of light. Rolan polarises at the front with his feet spread wide, gesturing with his hands as he talks. There are several maps laid out before him where lines and signs streaked my comprehension as I stood several feet away from him. I stand leaning against the wall with my arms folded and I intently watch him. His voice rises above the whispers of the soldiers surrounding him.“We move in three groups,” Rolan starts and there is steel in his voice. First group ascends the eastern spur, the second party circles around from the west. The third remains here, they can be summoned as soon as someone is needed. We must not be boring. Steelpaw’s scouts are always on the look out , and if they get wind of our activity, then that would be the end of us.I glance around the room. The soldiers are okay as they continue to nod with some whispering to their comrades, while others observe the m

MARA8 hours earlier I struggled to keep my cool while gazing at Rolan. I insisted, "I have to leave," with my fists clenched tightly at my sides. "Elowen is out there alone. I can't just sit here and do nothing." Rolan had his arms crossed, and his jaw was tight. He was clearly not comfortable with the situation. Not at all. His anxious expression intensified, and I noticed it in his eyes. "Mara," he said in a firm but quiet tone, "this is too risky." "The unknown lies beyond." "What if there's a trap?" "What if there's not?" My voice raised slightly as I retorted. "What if she’s hurt? Or scared? I can't just leave her behind, Rolan. I won't do it." We lingered in profound silence for what felt like ages. Finally, Rolan let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging a bit. "Okay," he said quietly, his voice unexpectedly gentle.You aren't on this journey by yourself, however. Two guards will be necessary. Mara, please be cautious, would you? With a sense of relief washing over me,

ISOLDEIt felt like a strong and sudden storm hit me when I found out that Blackfang was gone. Just like that. My chest felt heavy when I remembered the rogue pack, the people, and the memories. It wasn't just a pack; it was a safe place and a home for people who had no other place to stay. And Kael wasn't finished. Of course he wasn't. He had heard rumors that someone was helping Mara and Rolan reach Steelpaw to stop the cruel slave trade. His anger was getting stronger, and his unkindness was spreading like an illness. He wouldn't stop until he had beaten anyone who tried to oppose him. Now, Blackfang was just ashes. Kael and his subordinates, the so-called alphas, had rushed through like a fire, leaving destruction everywhere. I could almost smell the smoke and hear the cries of people who had lost everything. It made me feel really bad. Blackfang stood for hope and the fight against difficulties. And now it was no longer there. But Kael didn’t get it—hope doesn’t

NARRATORMen and women honing blades, sharing stories, and laughing over mugs of ale filled the air with the usual rogue talk.The eldest, Valdis, however, was unique. His old face, etched with thousand-year-old wrinkles, was tense. As though he could see what others could not, his keen, acute eyes scanned the horizon. As he held his staff, the wood smoothed by years of usage, his long grey beard swung softly in the air."The winds carry whispers," Valdis uttered softly but urgently enough to draw attention. "The rabbit is unaware that the hawk is circling. The leaves dance unnoticed as the storm builds.Nearby, a young outlaw, scarcely older than a teenager, chuckled and pushed his partner. "There he goes again, speaking in riddles. "The old man has lost his marbles."Valdis spun around quickly, staring at the young man. The hawk's shadow will soon land on your door, so stop laughing now, child. "The storm won't wait for the stupid to seek cover."Rolling his eyes, the young outlaw l

NARRATORWith his boots sounding like they were about to burst through the wooden floor, Kael entered the room. His gaze fell on Mara, who was seated on his bed with a stiff stance but an unreadable expression. A moment of surprise flashed across his face, and then a dark, contented smile took its place. He had dreamed of and longed for this time. She was his mate and sister, and now she was finally in his space, apparently caving in. A twisted pride grew in his breast. He would take what was rightfully his, and she was his.His shadow spanned the room as he approached with purposeful movements. Mara didn't move or flinch. Her silence just made him more determined. He tested her reluctance by reaching out and stroking her arm. He tightened his hold on her and drew her closer to him when she refused to move. The idea of finally claiming her made his head race, and his breath quickened. Then, however, something changed.Mara's piercing, calculating eyes met his. She lunged before he cou