Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: 149. The Hunt III

Maisie

The pain vanished as abruptly as it’d come and my heart climbed into my throat.

No. No, no, no.

He’d shoved me out.

A howl ripped through the woods. It was raw. Pained. It sounded almost... tortured.

Every hair along my spine stood and my paws pounded even harder into the earth, following the sound, panic spreading like ice through my veins.

Branches lashed my face. Roots caught beneath my paws, but I barely felt them. I could smell blood in the air now.

There was so much of it, I could taste it in the back of my throat.

Another howl echoed farther ahead and then, a movement caught my peripheral vision. My head snapped left and I caught a flash of white silver fur between the trees, streaked with green war paint.

Jericho.

A bit of relief punched through my panic.

A small howl escaped me, but Jericho didn’t look back. He bounded after something deeper in the forest before vanishing behind a wall of trees.

"Wait!" I sent down the bond, chasing after him.

A heartbeat later, I caught another scent. Soren. My Lycan surged forward without hesitation as we caught sight of black fur disappearing over a rise. And soon, he, too, disappeared.

They were splitting up.

Why?

At a crossroads, I halted, my fear stalling for long enough to get a rational thought in, and I reached for the bond again. It remained muffled, but it felt... far away.

Which didn’t make sense because they were just ahead.

But before I could think about it, a gust of wind swept through the trees, bringing a fresh wave of that coppery scent.

This time, it was mingled with Soren’s scent, and I vaulted over a fallen log, following his trail until it ended so abruptly my paws skidded through the leaves.

Gone. Again.

Something was wrong.

My eyes narrowed in search and I saw a strip of bloodied linen fluttering gently from a low branch.

I recognized it instantly. It had been torn clean from the hem of Soren’s pants. I sniffed deeply and paused. The blood smelled foreign.

Sure enough, when I stepped past the strip of cloth, the trail stopped smelling like Soren, and I caught a different scent I didn’t recognize.

I stopped breathing as it registered.

Someone lured me here—

Something heavy slammed into me from behind with enough force to throw me clear off the trail before I even had time to process it.

The world lurched.

My paws clawed desperately for purchase, but the earth gave way in a shower of loose dirt and wet leaves.

And I fell.

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