Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings-Chapter 33: The Secrets In Sky

At the backyard garden of the castle, Zara stood silently, watching the midnight sky of Shadowvale. It seemed so pretty and gorgeous. She smiled, admiring how unusually bright the stars were shining. Somewhere in her heart, she felt proud to see how amazing her writings were—making the world beautiful despite the horror it held.

"Isn’t it too beautiful?" A sudden voice from behind startled her. She turned around to see her mentor standing there, his face calm as always. He was gazing at the sky with a knowing smile.

Quickly composing herself, she smiled back at him. "Yeah. A mighty night view is something nobody can ignore," she replied softly. Yet, deep down, she felt slightly intimidated by his presence. As the mentor of the kings, he was undoubtedly a big deal.

"There’s a saying: the beautiful sky holds a mist of secrets we wish to keep hidden forever. The stars act as guardians, protecting those secrets from ever being revealed," he said in a calm tone, still looking at the sky.

Zara was puzzled by his words. Why would he say something like that out of nowhere? She glanced at him, her expression reflecting her confusion.

"And you believe that?" she asked gently, masking the curiosity in her tone. He smiled and nodded affirmatively.

"Why not? The sky is beyond our grasp. Wouldn’t it be the perfect place to keep the things we wish to remain hidden? It’s practically impossible for anyone to uncover them there."

There was a hint of mystery in his tone. Zara studied him closely, sensing a deeper meaning behind his words.

"You know something, don’t you?" The question escaped her lips before she could stop herself. Her brows furrowed as he avoided making eye contact.

"You do know the reason behind the unexplainable events happening here," she continued, her voice tinged with realization. "Why aren’t you helping us? Why stay silent?"

Her disbelief was evident. The idea that he knew what was happening but chose not to help was shocking.

He sighed deeply and turned to her with his usual composed expression, devoid of guilt or worry. Instead, he gave her a calm smile.

"Zara, destiny is something we cannot alter to suit our perspective. It’s planned long before we’re born. All we can do is face it when it arrives. Trying to change it only leads to failure," he said, his voice carrying a heavy weight.

"We can’t undo the past, and we can’t control the future. That power lies solely with the creator—the one who wrote this story in the first place. We don’t have the strength to outmatch the creator."

As he spoke, he slowly turned his gaze back to her. She listened intently, engrossed in his words. Seeing her clueless expression, he smiled faintly.

"Whatever is happening here may be beyond our understanding, but the almighty—the one who created this world—knows what’s going to happen and how to prevent it. But again, we, as mere beings, cannot comprehend it."

With a shrug, he gave her an "I don’t know" look before patting her head and walking away. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Zara stared at his retreating figure, her expression filled with confusion. As his words replayed in her mind, something struck her suddenly.

"The almighty who created this world knows what’s going to happen and how to prevent it."

"It’s up to the creator who wrote this story in the first place."

Her eyes widened in realization. He was talking about her!

She was the author of this book, the creator of this world. Everything happening here—it was all her writing. He knew!

She immediately ran after him, but he was already gone. Frustrated, she gripped her hair. She couldn’t figure out how to interpret his words.

Did he know she was the author of this story? How could he know something she herself wasn’t aware of yet?

This was getting more frustrating. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath to calm herself.

As her thoughts began to align, a possibility emerged. If he was indeed referring to her, then perhaps he was implying that she knew the way to uncover the mysteries surrounding this world. Or perhaps she needed to delve deeper into the story to uncover the truth.

The voices, her magic, the changing plot, the new characters—everything might have been pointing her toward something she’d been overlooking. Or something she had been prevented from seeing.

The realization hit her hard, and she gasped in shock.

"This isn’t how the story was supposed to go, yet it’s heading in a completely different direction. That means..." She paused, piecing it together.

"I’m in the middle of a different story. A story somehow connected to mine." She clenched her fists as the truth dawned on her.

"A story someone else has written!"

Goosebumps spread across her skin as the gravity of the situation sank in. The truth overwhelmed her, yet it gave her clarity.

She was trapped in her own book—a story with an unread side unknown to anyone. And she was the key to unraveling it. Somewhere deep down, she knew where to begin.

The Lycan kings.

•••

At the Lycan brothers’ study room, both Devonte and Denzel stood by the large window, gazing at the night sky. The air was thick with silence, each lost in his own thoughts. Finally, Devonte broke the quiet.

"Shall we tell her?" he asked, his voice low and hesitant.

Denzel let out a deep sigh before replying, "Do you think it’s a good idea?"

Devonte turned to his brother, his expression conflicted. "Well, she deserves to know why we’ve kept our distance from her in the first place."

Denzel frowned, crossing his arms. "Don’t you think it would create unnecessary tension between us? She might start doubting our power. something I never want to happen," he said, his voice carrying a hint of unease.

Before Devonte could respond, a sudden, low growling sound echoed through the room. Both brothers froze.

The sound was unfamiliar, deep, guttural, and unlike anything they had ever heard in their kingdom. Their eyes widened in panic as they exchanged a knowing glance.

Simultaneously, they uttered one word, their voices filled with urgency.

"Zara!"

•••

Zara was sprinting hurriedly through the dimly lit corridors, heading toward the library Lily had mentioned earlier. According to her, the library housed records from centuries past—perhaps a treasure trove of answers. Zara didn’t know why, but an inexplicable pull urged her to go there.

Her heart raced, and not just from the running. The tense need to uncover a clue, any clue, weighed heavily on her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the library held something crucial.

As she rounded a corner, her steps suddenly faltered. She froze mid-run, her breath hitching as her eyes landed on something—or someone—she wasn’t supposed to see.

A chill ran down her spine as panic set in.

"Holy shit," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, laced with terror and disbelief.

•••

The Lycan kings sprinted through the castle corridors, their heightened senses locked on Zara’s scent. Panic surged through them as the unmistakable smell of blood and danger filled the air.

As they turned the final corner, the scene before them made their hearts lurch.

Zara stood frozen on the edge of the balcony, her back pressed against the cold stone railing. A deadly rogue, its eyes glowing with malice and its sharp claws extended, crept toward her with predatory intent. The beast’s low growls echoed through the corridor, its every step bringing it closer to its prey.

"Zara!" Devonte roared, his voice a thunderous warning that reverberated through the air.

The rogue turned its head toward them, snarling viciously. Its body tensed, prepared to attack.

Denzel’s eyes darkened, his Lycan form threatening to surface as his rage boiled over. "Get away from her!" he growled, his voice dripping with lethal intent.

The rogue lunged for Zara, but before it could reach her, both brothers moved with lightning speed. Devonte tackled the rogue mid-air, slamming it to the ground with a bone-crushing force. Denzel darted toward Zara, scooping her up and pulling her away from the edge just in time.

"Are you hurt?" Denzel asked, his voice soft but urgent as he looked her over. Zara could only shake her head, too stunned to speak.

Behind them, Devonte had shifted partially, his claws tearing into the rogue with precision. The creature let out a final, guttural growl before it collapsed, lifeless.

Breathing heavily, Devonte turned to his brother and Zara. "What the hell just happened?"

Zara’s trembling fingers clutched Denzel’s sleeve as she whispered, "I... I don’t know. It came out of nowhere."

Devonte and Denzel exchanged a grim look. This wasn’t just a rogue—it was a sign of something far worse brewing in the shadows.

As Devonte wiped the blood from his hands, his sharp gaze shifted to Denzel. The rogue’s sudden appearance and calculated attack weren’t random—it was deliberate. There was no mistaking the bitter truth.

"There’s a black sheep among us," Devonte said darkly, his voice steady but laced with anger. "Someone is feeding information to our faceless enemy."

As those words slipped out of his mouth. Zara watched him with a silent face. She didn’t said anything. In this heat of the fight. She don’t want to tell them,

SHE KNOWS WHO WAS THAT BLACK SHEEP WAS! AND ITS GONNA MAKE THEM TERRIBLY RAGED!