The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 77

Chapter 77

— VALERIA

“It’s at these coordinates…” she said, naming a location that turned out to be an old structure in the middle of nowhere.

“Whatever happens, head straight there! We’ll cover you!”

So, almost blindly, we charged into what looked like a decrepit, fog-shrouded cemetery.

The massive she-wolf Alpha beside me suddenly shoved me with her snout, sending me rolling across the grass. I never let go of the flag. I sprang back to my feet just in time to see her growling at another smaller she-wolf—still far stronger than my petite Omega form.

I sensed movement in the mist behind me and leapt to Celine’s side—just in time. Dave was creeping up behind me, hiding in the shadow of an old crypt.

“Valeria, I’ll hold them off! Run!” she ordered. I bolted—but this time, it wasn’t going to be easy.

“You really think we’ll let you get away?!” Dave snarled, morphing back into human form and lunging at Celine.

Playful and goofy, yes—but Dave was still a Guardian lycan, and no easy match.

I tried to rush to Celine’s side as Dave cornered her. But before I could reach them, a shadow struck at me—nearly ripping the flag from my jaws.

Juliette’s wolf pounced, sinking her fangs into the end of the pole. She pulled with force, initiating a tense tug-of-war among the abandoned gravestones.

She was almost twice my size, but I dug my claws into the dirt and refused to release my grip.

If she carried that flag back to their fort, we’d lose. And losing meant punishment. This was war. No one here was a friend.

Before long, I found myself pressed against a gravestone, panting, my jaws aching from the strain.

“I’m sorry, Valeria,” buzzed Juliette in my mind. I sensed she was about to give in.

Brute force alone wouldn’t win this—as fun as that thought was.

Then, out of nowhere, a crow attacked Dave’s face.

“Ahh! Damn bird! Get off!” Dave yelped, recoiling.

It gave Celine the perfect opening to break free from his grip.

At that moment, two crows tangled themselves in his hair, turning him into a living bird’s nest.

With a sudden jerk, I yanked the flagpole free, feeling the splinters scrape Juliette’s wolf gums and make her whimper.

“Juliette—focus! Don’t get distracted!” Dave shouted. But it was already too late.

I turned and sprinted toward the thickest veil of mist I could find. If I could reach it, they wouldn’t be able to track me.

A roar erupted behind me—and my heart froze.

Dave had shifted back into his lycan form, and he was fast. Too fast.

He would catch me in seconds.

“Valeria—don’t stop! Keep running!” Celine’s voice echoed insistent and sharp through my mind.

But right now, each breath felt harder than the last.