I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 63

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 63**

**KAT**

The moment the second Hunter disappeared from the screen, I turned to Mal, my heart racing as I reached for my bags.

“Who was that?” he asked, his gaze piercing as he tried to decipher my expression.

“We need to find a safe place,” I replied urgently, my voice barely above a whisper.

Was that peculiar man one of Hunter’s minions? The very one Hunter had dispatched to keep an eye on me? It was unsettling that this same individual had vanished just before Hunter arrived, not once but twice.

Mal swiftly grabbed a few bags filled with supplies, his movements efficient and purposeful, as he ushered me out of the office.

“My cabin is still the safest option we have,” he declared, his brow furrowed with concern. “But what the hell is happening, Kat?”

“I don’t know,” I confessed, my heart heavy with dread. “But I heard that what transpired here is connected to a serial killer.”

Mal halted, his attention drawn back to the basement door, the weight of my words sinking in.

“So, he had been watching Shelly? Watching us?” Mal’s voice was laced with a growing sense of fear, mirroring my own initial reaction. The thought that it could be someone we knew, someone we trusted, sent a shiver down my spine.

“Or it could just be random,” I suggested, trying to keep my voice steady. “Someone who followed her here.”

“Serial killers often have patterns,” Mal countered, his expression darkening. “And Shelly was…”

His voice trailed off, leaving a chilling silence that hung between us.

“Let’s move,” he urged suddenly, his tone shifting to one of urgency.

The change in his demeanor jolted me into action. I caught a glimpse of fear flickering in his eyes, a sight I had never witnessed before. Mal, the unshakeable, the fearless, was now on edge. He was already at the door, ready to go, by the time I locked the gym door and activated the alarm. I didn’t dare question his urgency; something felt palpably wrong, something sinister lurking in the air. When I had looked into that man’s eyes, I had seen nothing but malevolence. How could Hunter employ such a man? And why did it feel as if their allegiances were shifting?

As we merged into the slow-moving traffic, the roads were a chaotic mess. Accidents littered the streets, and the wailing of sirens echoed from afar. I braced myself as fragments of news from an injured diver drifted through my open window.

Hunter had gone hunting. The Lycan who had claimed me was on the prowl.

After what felt like an eternity, Mal finally veered off the congested roads, steering towards the mountains. It took me a moment to realize I had been gripping my seat, my eyes darting back to the rearview mirror, until a deep, shaky breath escaped me. We had left the chaos behind, but I knew better than to think it was time to relax. The woods we were heading into would be a wolf’s territory, a playground for predators.

As the headlights sliced through the darkness, illuminating the bumpy dirt track, my mind wandered back to the strange occurrences since I had departed from Mal’s cabin. My hand instinctively brushed against the throbbing bite on my neck, a reminder of the danger that lurked.

“Were you bitten by a wolf, Kat?” Mal’s voice was low, careful, as if he were treading on fragile ground.

I realized I could no longer hide the truth from him, especially after inadvertently dragging him into the tangled web involving Mr. Rivers, Hunter, and the relentless stalker.

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

The car jerked violently, the tires skidding on the gravel before Mal regained control of the wheel.

“Do you have any idea what that could mean for you? You’re a wolf, Kat,” Mal said, his tone steady yet filled with an undercurrent of urgency.

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