Lycans Don't Lie

Chapter 5 Viral Howls

POV: Elara (Church Crypt)

The stained glass shards crunched under my boots like frozen blood. Caden's silver-veined hand gripped my waist—half restraint, half desperate anchor.

"Jax is here." His voice was raw from screaming ancestral memories. "But so is the first Silvertongue."

A rusted steam pipe hissed. The crypt walls pulsed with bioluminescent fungi, revealing...

POV: Drone Feed #9 (Live on t****k)

Heather's silver-tipped fingers trembled as she zoomed in on the church entrance. Comments flooded:

"This AR filter slaps!" "Wait why is the stone bleeding—"

Marcus's voice whispered through her AirPods: "Go inside, little hunter. I'll Venmo you $10K."

The drone above her spun its titanium blades—prepping silver mist dispersal.

POV: Jax (Crystal Prison)

Blood tears hardened into ruby lattice around him. f**k. He should've known that "energy drink" was spiked.

Memories flickered:

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Mother Lycan signing a parchment with Marcus ("The hybrids die, your tech gets approved")

A syringe of mercury-like fluid labeled SILVER TONGUE PROTOCOL

His brother's distorted roar echoed through the crypt. Too late. The first hybrid was waking.

POV: Elara

The coffin wasn't wood. It was a steam engine core, welded shut with silver runes.

"Don't—" Caden choked as his own claws extended toward the rusted latch. "She's controlling me!"

The fox-eared girl from the Underground tossed me a modified Nespresso machine. "Silver bullet espresso. Shoot the lock."

POV: Heather (Human Pawn)

The church door creaked. Heather's phone flashlight glinted off... claws? No, just weird shadows. Right?

Marcus's Venmo notification popped up: +$5,000.

"Hello?" Her voice echoed. Something dripped in the dark. Probably just a leaky—

A hand clamped over her mouth. Cold. Silk cufflinks brushed her neck.

"Shh," Marcus purred. "Let's give your viewers a real show."

POV: First Hybrid (Awakening)

The coffin exploded.

Not a monster. A woman in a tattered 1920s flapper dress, her silver hair moving like liquid.

"You." Her mercury eyes locked on Caden. "Lycans never learn."

POV: Elara

The first hybrid's whisper slithered into my skull:

"They called us abominations. But we're the cure."

Caden collapsed, his veins glowing like cracked lightning. The hybrid lunged—

BANG.

Heather stood shaking, a titanium nail g*n in hand. The hybrid's dress smoked where the projectile hit.

"What the hell is this?!" Heather screamed at her live-stream. Viewcount: 2.1M.

POV: Marcus (Director's Cut)

Perfect. The hybrid's snarl was art.

His tech team spliced the footage:

Add glowing red eyes

Insert #SilverTearsChallenge watermark

Queue PayPal payout to Heather

"Release the drones," he ordered. "Time for the Lycan Council to see their monster."