Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53: 53. Rememberance #1

Maisie

There are instances when the mind shields us, completely erasing a memory it thinks we’re not ready to process, only to bring it back when we least expected it.

In my instance, it was a dream.

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I was twelve.

I’d had a nightmare about black, hulking beasts surrounding me with violet blue, green, amber and ice blue gazes. Their maws parted and they were going to eat me alive.

"Dad!" I shrieked, running out of my shared bedroom with Lana. She didn’t stir. She had always been a heavy sleeper.

There were muddy footprints sailing across to the kitchen. Surely, it had to be Dad. Mom always chided Dad because he never bothered to clean his shoes before coming inside.

I followed it. I wasn’t sure what it was that made my footfalls quieter. But when I turned the corner into the kitchen, Dad was in a heated argument with someone.

The figure was hooded and I couldn’t get a glimpse of his face, but I remembered when his head moved, there was a terrifying gleam of red in his eyes.

Rogue.

"You can’t take them," I heard Dad say. "They’re only twelve."

"Another year and they’ll be old enough," the other voice grunted. "You may keep the blonde. We want the brunette. It’s stronger in her than the other. A bite should be more than enough to effect the change."

"No," Dad snarled vehemently. "They’re mine, as much as they’re hers. You will not touch a single hair on either of their heads."

Red eyes blinked slowly and the rogues head cocked at a predatory angle. "It was not a request."

He jerked his chin, eyes meeting mine over Dad’s shoulder, and only then did I notice there were two more rogues lurking behind him. "Get the girl."

Rough hands clamped around my ribcage and I opened my mouth to shriek, only to have another rougher hand close over my mouth. I thrashed, eyes wide as I looked over at Dad, trying to get back to me.

But he wasn’t fast enough.

Neither were his senses are sharp as they should’ve been, or maybe he would’ve sensed the danger sneaking up behind him. He was an Omega, after all.

"Dad!" I screamed hoarsely into the palm in warning, sinking my teeth into the salty, sweaty skin, but it only earned me tighter lock over my mouth and nose, until I was deprived of all air and began to choke.

I watched with terror as the rogue Dad had been speaking to materialized behind him and brought a dark claw to his throat.

I saw a dark smile lift his mouth as Dad thrashed, calling my name, reaching for me. But the rogue was strong. Unbelievably strong, even for a wolf.

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