Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

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y the hath who verted un kl,” I said Batly: “Whether you choose to remember that or not.”

bakusilluci stared at ime, his expression cycling through anger, frustration, and something that might have been grudging respect.

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will be as your hands.

the tummend and stalked away, shouting orders at the workers.

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ld have been worse, I muttered.

The sould have actually tried to kill Mordred right now.

“Tape Bumi Centar,” “Congue said dryby. “I’m sure he’s considering it.”

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Chapter 38

He was sitting.

Just… sitting.

His head was lowered slightly, red eyes half-closed. His breathing was slow steady, almost… peaceful.

This doesn’t make sense.

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After a rampage like tonight-after all that violence, all that bloodshed-e should be a whirlwind of rage. Should be throwing himself at the walls, trying to break free, to kill more.

But instead, he looked almost… calm.

I approached slowly, every instinct screaming at me to be careful. Even cam, even sitting quietly, Mordred was the most dangerous creature alive. One wrong move and he could tear me apart before I even realized was dead.

“My Lord,” one of the guards whispered behind me. “Be careful. We don’t how if he’s-”

“I know what I’m doing,” I said quietly. “Stay back.”

I took another step forward.

Mordred’s eyes opened fully. Those burning red orbs fixed on me.

And for just a moment-just a fraction of a second-I could have sworn aw something in them. Something beyond the beast. Something

almost like…

Recognition?

No. Impossible. The beast didn’t recognize anyone. Hadn’t for five hundred years.

But still…

“Mordred,” I said quietly, using his name. His real name, not ‘the King’ or the beast.” “What happened tonight? What drove you out?”

No response. Just those red eyes, staring.

“You killed eleven of our people,” I continued, keeping my voice level. “Slaughtered them in the corridors. And then you-”

I paused, unsure how to phrase it.

“You attacked a human boy. A boy, Mordred. That’s not like you. That’s no your pattern. So what happened? What made you go after him

specifically?”

Still nothing. The wolf just sat there, breathing slowly, watching me with those unreadable eyes.

Of course. What did I expect? A conversation? An explanation?

He’s gone. The man I knew is gone,

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But then Mordred did something I’d never seen before.

He lowered his head.

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Not in aggression. Not preparing to attack.

“My Lord, Gregor’s voice came from behind me. “We should go. Let the workers finish the gate before-”

“Wait.” I held up a hand, not taking my eyes off Mordred. “Something’s different. Look at him.”

Gregor moved up beside me, keeping a careful distance from the wolf.

“What am I looking at?”

“He’s not agitated. After a rampage, he’s always agitated for hours. Days, sometimes. But look-he’s completely calm. Almost like he’s…”

“Tired?” Gregor suggested.

“No. Not tired.” I studied the wolf’s posture, trying to understand what I was seeing. “It’s more like… satisfied. Like whatever drove him to escape tonight, he got what he needed.”

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