Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Natasha’s POV

We ran

8.73%

Lury’s hand was clamped around my wrist like an iron shackle, yanking me forward every time I stumbled. My langs burned. My legs created

But we didn’t stop.

Behind us, the roaring continued-closer now, echizing through the store corridors with a fury that made my bores vibrate. The wound was t just noise. It was rage. Pure, animalistic rage that promised violence and death.

“Don’t look back!” Lucy gasped, her voice breaking Dont-just keep running

But I couldn’t help it. I glanced over my shoulder.

The corridor behind us was dark, lit only by the flickering blue torches. But in that darkness, something moved. Something masub | caught a glimpse of black fur, of red eyes that burned like coals, of claws that tore grooves into the stone floor as it ran

Oh God. Oh God, he’s gaining on us.

We turned a corner and nearly collided with two guards.

“What the fuck-” one of them started, his hand going to the word at his hip. He was young, maybe twenty, with a watashishi, mis

eyes were wide with confusion. “You staves arent supposed to be-

Then his gaze shifted past us. To the darkness beyond.

His face went white

Holy Mother of He drew his sword, stepping forward. “Sound the around the fucking aura!”

The second guard-older, grizzled, missing two fingers on his left hand and a horn from his belt wid brought in box has ligo

He never got the chance to blow it.

The hallway behind us exploded.

Stone and wood and mortar burst outward in a shower of debris. The blast sked me and Lucy forwark, sending is spreading spre ide tinni My palms scraped against stone, tearing skin. Lucy cried out beside me

And then I heard it

The wet crunch of bones breaking

The gurgling scream of the young guard as something for through hài chiết

I rolled onto my back just in time to see the wolf-massive, impottibly huge shake his head like a dog with red. The game’s boude tow across the corridor and hit the wall with a sickening thud, Blood sprayed across the stones in a wide art, painting the blow torchlight red

714

73%

19:32 Mon, Feb 16 G G.

Chapter 29

The older guard with the missing fingers stood frozen, the horn still cluteed in his remaining hand. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Just a soft, broken wheeze.

The wolf’s head snapped toward him.

“Run, the guard whispered. Not to us. To himself. “Run. Run.”

He turned and bolted down the corridor.

The wolf lunged.

It caught him in three strides. Its jaws closed around the man’s torso-all of it-and there was a horrible crack as his spine snapped. The guard’s legs kicked once, twice, then went still.

The wolf dropped the body and turned back toward us.

Those red eyes locked onto me.

“Move! Lucy screamed, grabbing my arm and hauling me to my feet. “Natasha, move!”

We ran again.

My heart hammered so hard I thought it would burst through my ribs. Evely breath felt like fire in my lungs. Behind us, I could hear the wolf’s claws scraping against stone, the low rumble of its breath, the wet sounds of it stepping over the bodies it had just made.

He’s playing with us. He could catch us whenever he wants. He’s just… playing

We turned another corner. Then another. The corridors blurred together-stone walls, blue torches, doors that all looked the same.

“Where- I gasped. “Where are we—’

“I don’t know!” Lucy sobbed. “I don’t-I’ve never been this deep before-

A guard appeared ahead of us, spear raised. He was tall, broad-shouldered with tribal tattoos covering his arms. A Lesser Lycan, judging by the way his eyes reflected the torchlight. “Halt!” he barked. “You can’t be-*

He saw the blood on our clothes.

He saw the way we were running.

And then he saw what was behind us.

His face went slack. The spear slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

Something massive and black blurred past us.

There was no time to scream. The wolf’s jaws closed around the Lycan’s head-his entire head-and ripped it clean off his shoulders. Blood

fountained from the stump of his neck, spraying the ceiling, the walls, us.

<

2/4

19:32 Mon, Feb 16 WG G.

Chapter 29

I felt droplets hit my face, warm and sticky.

The headless body stood for a moment, swaying, before collapsing.

73%

The wolf turned back toward us, the Lycan’s head still in its mouth. It shock its head once-hard-and the skull burst like an overripe melon. Bone fragments and brain matter splattered across the floor.

Lucy made a sound that was half-sob, half-retch.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify