Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: 151. The Hunt V

Maisie

Fangs sank into my shoulder, trying to rip off my entire arm. I screamed wildly, twisting and lashing out with my claws.

The Lycan bayed painfully and I slammed my fist up into its muzzle, sending it sprawling, and tried to clamber to my feet, only to have another sets of claws pinning me down.

A broken sob tore from my throat as a hot, rancid breath burned against my neck as a jaw hovered over my throat, widening to devour me.

"No! No!"

The ginger Lycan was gone the next second as a red blur collided with it, tearing it off me with a furious roar, and they rolled down the ridge, attacking each other in a flash of teeth and claws.

Another Lycan lunged at me, but before it could get to me, another blur intercepted it. A silver one streaked in paint.

I sobbed, silently cursing myself for ever mistaking Tessa’s and Jericho’s Lycan, so consumed by terror I forgot just how large Jericho was. How terrifying.

He moved like he had a personal score to settle, grabbing the attacker by the neck mid-leap and he flung him into the nearest tree with bone-shattering force. The trunk exploded on impact, the wood splintering like the Lycan’s spine. Audibly. The Lycan went limp.

He took a stand in front of me and roared so loud, I closed my ears with a soft cry, the call for utter dominance in the air forcing my shoulders to curve inwards.

The horde of Lycans faltered, then snarled, but they backed away slowly, sizing up Jericho, and I saw them think about taking him on, all at once. More than half of them cowed, and the other half were otherwise discouraged when Mercer emerged from the edge of the ridge with a feline expression, blood that didn’t belong to him dripping from his muzzle.

They took flight through the trees and silence fell, the only sounds in the air the distant, retreating howls and my ragged breathing.

Mercer prowled towards me in a menacing manner, and he shifted without breaking his vicious stride.

He dropped to his knee in front of me, running his hands down my neck, my face, my arms, my torso, smearing the blood down my skin like he was searching for the wound.

"It’s healing," I said, voice hoarse, but he didn’t seem to hear me, eyes wide and crazed as he continued to scan my body frantically.

He blinked at the closing wound on my shoulder, chest heaving. And then, his green eyes lit up with murder. "What in the ever-loving fuck possessed you to run into the forest alone?! Do you never do as you’re fucking told?! You could’ve died! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

The yell cracked something open inside me.

The terror I had felt when I thought they could’ve been hurt. The weight of the entire evening. The dying girl that could very well be my half-sister, meeting my biological mother under such circumstances... the last couple of fucked in days I’ve had...

It all crashed over me at once.

A sob escaped me, then another, until I was hiccuping ugly.

Jericho startled. "Don’t cry, malyshka."

"I’m going to snap her delicate little neck and make a fucking necklace out of her bones," Mercer snarled. "And then, I’m going to have a conversation with my mother. The reason we were so far from the Hunt in the first place was because she had us stand watch tonight, on fucking patrol, while she was busy trying to get you—fuck!"

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