Chapter 95. The Lycan Queen

Edward’s POV

“Alpha Edward.”

The voice slithered out of the shadows like a living thing, oily and deliberate. Every muscle in my body tensed instantly. Anaiah and I turned toward the sound in unison, instincts screaming danger. The night seemed to thicken around us, the darkness pressing in with an unnatural weight that made my skin prickle.

A figure stood just beyond the reach of the flickering firelight, cloaked in a heavy robe that concealed his face completely. Yet even without seeing him, I knew—no, I felt—that he was wrong. The stench of death clung to him, old and rotten, as though he had crawled out of a grave and brought it with him. It burned my nose and settled at the back of my throat, making my lycan snarl uneasily.

“Amacus,” Anaiah muttered beside me, her voice low and tight. “In th