Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Night Terror

His head snapped towards the door. It took a split second for his brain to register that the scream belonged to Kira.

Instinct didn’t just kick in; it exploded. Leo surged forward beneath his skin; coarse black fur rippled along his forearms, his claws burst through his fingertips, ready to tear anything apart as he bolted from the study and took the stairs three at a time.

He burst into the bedroom to find Kira thrashing wildly underneath the sheets, her voice raw with terror.

"No! No! Untie me!" she wailed, her hands clawing at the sheet that had tangled around her. "There’s fire... fire! It’s burning! Please!"

Leo receded instantly as Derek realised there was no physical threat to fight. The monster was inside her head. She was trapped in a night terror.

He crossed the room in two strides, peeled the sheets away from her and caught her flailing wrists before she could hurt herself. "Hey, hey, hey," he said, voice low and steady. "Kira. It’s me. You’re safe."

"No! Let me go! Untie me!" she pleaded, sobbing.

"Shh. You aren’t tied, little wolf. You’re safe. It’s Derek." He eased himself onto the mattress, drawing her trembling frame against his chest. "You’re in the beach house. There is no fire. Nothing is burning."

He wrapped one arm firmly around her shoulders, his other hand smoothing slow circles through her tangled hair. Her breathing was ragged, her fingers clutching his shirt with a white-knuckled grip as if it were the only thing keeping her from drowning.

Gradually, the violent trembling began to subside. Her body softened against him, shuddering breaths turning into quiet, hiccupping sobs.

"It was just a dream," he murmured into her hair, his own heart finally beginning to slow.

Kira pressed her face harder into his chest, her tears dampening his shirt. "It felt too real... like... like a memory."

Derek didn’t stop the soothing motion of his hand. "A memory?"

Kira nodded weakly. The nightmare had been too visceral, too detailed to be a simple trick of the mind. It felt like a piece of her past, like a suppressed memory clawing its way to the surface.

"There was a storm that day," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain.

"Which day?"

"The day my room caught fire. I... I’m scared of the storm."

Derek went still, recalling the snippets from Kai’s report about the "fire accident" she had barely escaped as a child. Something about the storm must have acted like a key, unlocking a door she had kept shut for years. He glanced toward the window. Lightning flickered again, painting the room in stark white. Thunder growled a few seconds later, and he felt her grip on his shirt tighten again.

"You don’t have to be scared anymore," he said quietly, surprising himself with the sincerity in his voice. "I’m here. Nothing is going to touch you while I’m here."

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