Lycans Don't Lie

Chapter 6: Silicon & Silver

POV: Elara (Crypt Showdown)

The hybrid's silver rose petals sliced my cheek. "Your boyfriend is dying, darling." She inhaled Heather's terrified scent. "But she could save him."

Heather's phone lay discarded, still live-streaming to 3.4M viewers. Comments blurred:

"Fake blood looks so real!" "SLAY LITERALLY"

Caden convulsed at my feet, his golden eyes now 80% mercury. The fox-eared girl shoved the Nespresso g*n into my hands. "Shoot him. It'll purge the nano-silver."

The hybrid laughed. "Or shoot her." A petal pointed at Heather. "Human adrenaline stabilizes Lycan blood. Basic science."

POV: Marcus (Control Room)

"Engage monetization protocol." Marcus sipped his blood latte as the live-stream superchats rolled in:

$500: "Make the blonde turn into a wolf!!"

His tech team hacked Heather's phone settings:

Activate front-facing flash

Disable emergency calls

Enable SilverFilter™ (AR fangs overlay)

"Perfect." Marcus tapped the Venmo Heather button again. -$10,000 flashed on her screen with the memo: "Bite the hybrid or no ambulance."

POV: Jax (Crystal Vision)

The blood tears showed him everything:

Mother Lycan injecting Marcus with something black in 1999

The first hybrid whispering "We were supposed to unite them" before her burial

And now... Elara's finger tightening on the coffee g*n trigger

POV: Elara

Heather sobbed. "I just wanted clout!"

The hybrid's rose petals coiled around Caden's throat. "Tick-tock, Silvertongue."

I aimed the Nespresso g*n—

BANG.

Steaming silver espresso shot past Heather's head and sank into the first hybrid's chest.

POV: Heather's Live-Stream

2.1M viewers watched the hybrid dissolve into a viral hashtag:

#SilverShotChallenge

Comments exploded:

"OMG STARBUCKS SECRET MENU??" "That’s not pumpkin spice"

Then the screen glitched.

A 1904 newspaper headline flashed:

"LYCAN/HUMAN HYBRIDS CURE SPANISH FLU"

POV: First Hybrid (Dying Truth)

Her melting fingers grasped mine. "They buried the cure... because fear sells better."

The crypt walls trembled. Marcus's voice boomed from Heather's phone: "Silver-mist drones activated! Happy hunting, humans!"

POV: Elara

Caden's fangs grazed my wrist. "The coffee," he rasped. "It's... working?"

The Nespresso machine beeped: OUT OF PODS.

The fox-eared girl cursed. "We need real silver. Like..." Her gaze landed on Heather's viral tears.

Heather screamed. "NOPE. I DID NOT CONSENT TO—"