Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Natasha’s POV

Is that even possible?

But after everything I’d witnessed on this island-the transformations, the inhuman strength, the wolf-men themselves-who was I to say

what was or wasn’t possible?

Lucy spoke up, her voice thoughtful despite her injuries.

“I knew it,” she said quietly. “I had my suspicions, but now I’m certain.”

Both Davelina and I turned to look at her.

“What do you mean?” Davelina asked.

Lucy met her gaze steadily with her one good eye. “You’re both Endurers. You have to be.”

“The legends say,” Lucy continued, “that some Endurers have special abilities. Gifts beyond just physical resilience. The ability to heal

faster. To sense danger. And-” She looked at Davelina pointedly. “-the ability to charm men. To make them want you. Desire you. Even

against their own will.”

She paused, then added: “Like Sirens. The sea-women from the old stories who could lure sailors to their doom with just their voices and

their beauty.”

Davelina’s face had gone pale.

“But the magic-” I started. “The power Davelina used-I don’t have anything like that.”

“Maybe you do,” Lucy said. “Maybe it just manifests differently. Or maybe you haven’t discovered it yet.”

She shifted on the cot, wincing at the pain from her injuries.

“The point is,” she continued, “you’re both special. Both different from ordinary humans. And if the legends are true, if Endurers really do have these abilities- She looked between us. “-then maybe we have a chance. A real chance at survival. At escape.”

Davelina shook her head slowly. “I don’t know how to control it. What happened with Fergus-I didn’t plan it. I didn’t even understand what I was doing. It just… happened. And now I couldn’t use it all I want.”

“Then you need to learn,” Lucy said firmly. “Because if you can influence a Lord-if you can make him want to protect you instead of hurt you-that’s a weapon. Maybe the only weapon we have.”

“Okay,” Davelina said slowly. “Let’s say we accept this. That we’re both Endurers. That we have these… abilities. How does that help us escape?”

“I don’t know yet,” Lucy admitted. “But it’s more than we had before. It’s hope.”

“I know,” I said. “But I’m willing to take that risk. Because staying here-enduring this-it’s not living. It’s just dying slowly.”

“We’d need a plan,” Davelina said. “We can’t just run blindly. We’d need supplies. Food. Water. Information about the island. tides and currents. Maybe access to a boat or-”

“I might be able to help with information,” I interrupted.

Both of them looked at me questioningly.

I took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you, Lucy. Something that happened at the games.”

I explained about the Lycan who’d touched me. Who’d figured out I wasn’t really male. Who’d told me to come find him.

“He lives outside the fortress,” I said. “Along the creek, downstream. He told me to come alone or he’d expose what I really am.”

Lucy’s expression darkened immediately. “That’s obviously a trap. He’s going to hurt you. Rape you. Maybe kill you. We can’t-

“I know it might be,” I interrupted. “But what if it’s not? What if he actually wants to talk? To negotiate? Maybe he wants something from me. Maybe he’s willing to trade information for-for whatever it is he wants.”

“Like what?” Lucy asked. “What could you possibly have that a Lycan would want?”

‘I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I have to try. Because if I don’t go, he said he’ll tell everyone what I really am. And then we’re all dead for sure. They’ll torture me to find out who knew about the deception. You’ll both be implicated. We’ll all die.”

Lucy stood up and paced the small room, her arms wrapped around herself.