The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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V black she-wridi had my ankles in her stipl

a started kickin wildly, bin alar slidn’t feel like real flesh; and bone. She felt like something stromomakkyy !

1 dớn i kryen it at was the adrenaline pumping through my Velts, hili kameliene I montagged verband my way biglaa

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Ko the top. I barely had time to see that a hanging bridge stretched out in front of me.

It connected thai small ledge to a platform where several of the novice Estingins were already fighting off inser, shadow wolves.

The thick fog kept rising, and I couldn’t see clearly, but I didn’t have time to stop and take in my surroundings entheeż.

My chubby hands gripped the vines as I looked down, where an abyss gaped open beneath the bridge.

Something slimy and dark as tar snaked through the depths like a river.

Then suddenly, I heard a roar behind me, and that was all I needed to take the first step.

“Oh, Goddess…” I muttered as the old planks creaked and rattled beneath me,

This bridge was about to give out!

My weight sure wasn’t helping. By then, my dress had already split at several seams, and sweat was pooling in every fold

Even with all that fear, I kept going as fast as I could.

“Aah!” 1 screamed when my leg slipped between two broken planks again.

My boots were saving me from a lot of injuries.

I kept my eyes locked on the other side, one step at a time, but of course they weren’t going to make it that easy for me.

All of a sudden, everything started shaking. The bridge lurched violently.

In terror, I looked back and saw that wolf still chasing me like some damned ghost.

I ended up running, knowing the bridge was going to give way and shatter, but I had to make it across no matter what

“You’re almost there, Isidora. Come on, you’ve got almost nothing left!”

I cheered myself on, pretending the crowd’s roars were for me… like they were all thrilled because I was doing such a great job of not dying.

Suil that excitement didn’t last long.

My leg sank completely between the rotten boards when they gave way, and I got stuck there, struggling to drag my self Toward solid ground.

The rear behind me ani that nickening sense of danger made me shut my eyes and cover ruy head, waiting for the worst.

I was defenseless, and yeah… I was probably going to die here. On a damn bridge, stuck like the Fat girl 1 was.

Aaj right hetair no, thraat jatt vippell out. The rafton vines hadically sit. “That far og dame”

the hrudge snapped, unable mi hamlly all shai viglega shaking avil the zaten weight

Text soudilen rush ôi vesligar twisted my summark and ninde the for am in to cor, thinking I was about ry Edi va sala pena dar

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