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“Lycan.” I murmured his name as I dropped all restraint and headed out, only for my wrist to be caught by Nyroth. His stare froze me in ce.
“Where are you going? It is a little wedding. Our wedding, Zeph.”
I jerked my wrist away as though he had said something utterly stupid.
“I’d rather stay single my entire life than be married to you,” I choked out bitterly before rushing out. My steps hurried, then quickened, my heart racing.
I burst outside just in time to see him. Lycannar.
He was on his horse, galloping, and I ran beyond Hue Pack’s gates to meet him.
He dismounted easily from the running beast, pulling me into his arms. I hugged him tightly, my heart swelling with the raw affection I had for him.
Then he pulled back, eyes searching mine. His gaze dropped to the jewelries on me, and I saw his jaw tighten.
He reached for them, to tear them off, but I was quick to speak.
“Lycan, didn’t
you get my letter?<i>” </i>
He frowned, that familiar crease forming between his brows.
“What letter?”
“I sent it through Dessyn. You weren’t supposed toe. I… I don’t know, but my brother is nning something, and I fear it will hurt you.”
At that, he swallowed, his gaze lifting past me toward Hue Pack. He sniffed the air, sharp and quiet.
“Is he here?”
“Who? Varyn?”
“Yes.”
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I paused, reaching for the Ashmere bond, and I felt it. I nodded faintly… then it came. The thunderous sound of bulldozing.
I froze, and Lycannar turned sharply, as if he too could feel it. His frown deepened, his brows furrowed. He pulled back from me, and my heart went cold.
“Lycan…” I called, but he didn’t have the chance to respond. His eyes shifted past me, and then I heard it again.
The Lycan Kingdom.
No… wait.
Another crash, heavier this time, shaved through the night, rumbling as though an empire itself had shifted.
And then I saw it. The change in Lycannar’s face. His emotions flickered raw as he turned back to his horse, leaning against it, swallowing hard.
“Lycan..”
“It’s my kingdom. I need to go,” he said heavily as he reached to mount his horse. “Come with
me.”
I reached for his hand, ready to go with him when it happened.
An attack. Sudden, cruel.
A spear came whistling from ahead, aimed straight at Lycannar. In a swift move, he shoved me out of harm’s way. But before he could save himself, it struck. He was thrown to the ground, the spear grazing across his upper arm.
Everything went hazy. My heart thudded.
Wait… what just happened?
“Lycan!” I screamed<i>, </i>rushing forward. But before I could reach him, he was surrounded.
A shield formation snapped into ce around him, trapping him inside. He groaned, forcing himself up to his knees. My breath caught when I saw what the shield bore.
A mirror.
“No, Lycan!”
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But I was toote. He had lifted his head, and even the briefest glimpse was enough. He dropped his gaze at once, and with the spear that had cut him, he swung it skillfully, shattering the formation.
The warriors attacked, but they were no match. Lycannar was… different. Too different. He fended them off, striking with lethal precision, but every time the killing blow opened, he pulled back at thest second.
My brother was nowhere to be found. I could sense it that he was no longer here.
Fear wed at me as I scrambled toward Lycannar. He had looked into the mirror. What did that mean for him?
“Lycan?” I called aloud as he staggered toward his horse, only to fall on one knee, his strength suddenly ripped from him.
I rushed to his side and froze in horror. Blood spilled from his mouth. My skin went pale.
“Lycan…”
“It’s my tower,” he murmured painfully. “I can feel it.”
Cold swept through me. His tower. That tower. My heart thudded wildly as I reached for his arm, desperate to help him up. <fn4c4d> ?????? ???? find?novel</fn4c4d>
But luck abandoned me.
The Ashmere warriors struck again, their assault unleashed while Lycannary defenseless. Whatever spell had bound his tower together had been shattered, and with it, his strength drained.
I shielded him,pelling them to stop. They would not kill me, their Alpha. Varyn would have their heads first.
“Stop protecting him, Zeph. Come here!” Nyroth’s shout tore across the chaos as he dashed out from his pack. He surged forward, seizing my wrist in a bruising grip, dragging me away.
I struggled to pull free, but before I could another spear came. It flew straight toward Nyroth, but fate turned cruel.
Kai, rushing out from the pack to see what was happening, was struck instead. The spear drove into him, and he fell. In an instant, he was gone.
I turned in shock, only to see Lycannar standing now. He was the one who had thrown it. The same one who had cut down the Ashmere warriors, leaving them unconscious but not fatally
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His eyes locked on me onest time. Nyroth, stunned by Kai’s death, released my wrist.
Only then did Lycannar mount his horse. In the blink of an eye, he galloped toward his kingdom, toward the sound that had torn through the empire.
The sound that would crawl into history, etched forever in blood and fear as the night of the full moon when the great ck tower of the cursed Lycan King was brought crashing down by Varyn Ashmere, who had set his trap so meticulously that not even I had seen iting.
And for one heart–spilling moment, I almost ran after him, desperate to join him, but then it
came.
wolf cried
A growl tore from me, low and sacred, as the runes spread further across my skin, burning warm and holy. My gaze fixed on Lycannar’s galloping horse, and in that instant, my out with aching certainty “Mate.”