The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 91

QUINN

She still looked like a deity. Now that she was “asleep,” I approached her with curiosity and even touched her wings. The sharp tips were oozing a sticky, dark liquid.

Valeria… she’s incredible. No doubt about it—she must be a descendant of Juno. And I suspect she’s the daughter of Queen Gabrielle, which leads me to believe Gabrielle herself must also descend from that powerful woman, Juno, I murmured, analyzing everything.

“How can that be possible, Quinn? So much time has passed since that Queen died and was replaced by the idiot Vampire King. Valeria looks young…”

“Looks, you said it yourself. Do you doubt anything after what just happened? Five specters, Celine. They’re not the same as vampires—they’re far more powerful, and Valeria swallowed them like candy,” I replied.

We fell silent for a moment, every hair on our bodies standing on end.

“Let’s go. I think the worst danger is behind us.”

“Really? It seems like you haven’t taken a good look at this old bridge.”

Celine moved closer to the edge of the suspension bridge leading to the ruins shrouded in mist.

“I’ll grab the bag so we can change,” I said, walking off to pick up the small leather pouch I’d tied to my lycan’s waist before the fight.

We shifted back to our human forms, as it was obvious the bridge wouldn’t hold too much weight. With Valeria unconscious on my back, we tried to cross what I hoped would be the last obstacle.

“I’ll go first. I’m lighter.”

“Be careful,” I told her, watching as she started across.

At first, the bridge was made of worn stone, slick with moss, but at least it felt solid. Then came the rotten planks, which offered no sense of security.

“Well, I can’t see the bottom through all this fog, but I bet it wouldn’t be a pleasant fall,” Celine quipped sarcastically as she took cautious steps forward.

The old vines we used as handholds creaked dangerously.

“Celine, we’d better pick up the pace,” I said, feeling the bridge tremble beneath us. The wind was picking up, and some of the ropes were starting to come loose.

We were halfway across. We moved without stopping, nearly blind in the thick fog. I couldn’t even see the far end of the bridge, and I could barely make out Celine’s back.

It was making me…