Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: ANSWER ME, WHERE IS SHE?

(Author’s POV)

"MYRA~ .... MYRA~~ ..." Alaric scowled in despair. Unfiltered desperation creeping into his heart. But the crackling and snapping sound of burning greens and woods replied instead of any human voice. The pungent smell was so intense that he couldn’t even make out whether Myra was inside the place or not.

He tried to take a step forward, but the fire was too big and scorching hot to make any move. The ferocious red and gold was spreading fast and wild. It had already engulfed a large chunk of land.

Nevertheless, without a fucking care for his own safety, he jumped into the conflagration, his dark blue orbs reflecting the bright amber flames.

As soon as he stepped in, he felt the raw, searing heat prickling at his skin, but that didn’t mean he halted his steps. He braved inside the cottage, which was going up in flames. The moment he set foot inside the discarded lodging, the scene he saw was much more horrific and scarier than what was outside.

Three people were lying on the floor, their bodies burning as wood blocks gagged their mouths, their hands and legs bound behind their backs, in a freakishly twisted manner. They all were squirming like a toad in boiling water. Alaric took a step forward, calling Myra’s name, but thankfully, none of them had any semblance of her.

While their bodies were still on fire, they looked at Alaric and tried to say something, but then a small fragment of Myra’s scent mixed with the acrid smell reached his nostrils, and he didn’t bother with them even for a second and rushed to catch the source.

His movements were agile and fast, but they were imposing as well, leaving the already shaking, crumpling floor with huge pockets. He reached the farther end of the place, and with a swift kick, banged the half already burnt, half burning door open.

Stepping inside, Alaric’s senses were overwhelmed by a powerful scent. His eyes darted as they landed on the fresh crimson liquid pooling on the floor. It was, with no doubt, the stench of her blood. Panic stricken, he glanced everywhere, but apart from a crooked chair, there was nothing inside. It was totally empty.

This brought a sense of relief, but it was only for a brief moment.

’She was here, Al,’ Alex mumbled, his voice frantic. ’She is still in danger. Mate is still in danger.’ He was feeling antsy and anguished. He forced his way up, took over Alaric, and briskly started looking for Myra. He checked each and every corner of the cottage, but there was absolutely no sign of her whatsoever.

He recalled the three people he had found at the very entrance and made his way there. But when he reached them, two out of the three were lying still, their pale figures now charring to a gruesome, gory death.

The last one was still struggling with all his might as he was nearing his death. Alaric quickly made his way towards him and, with his bare, bleeding hand, took the wooden block out of his mouth, asked, "Where is the girl who was here? WHERE IS SHE?"

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