Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Move Ho Was Right Though

If there was a world record for worst week, Guinevere Lunaris was lapping the competition and the finish line wasn’t even in sight. She had survived lashes, a dungeon heist, an eight-hundred-mile run, and a blade at her throat. This should have been nothing.

It wasn’t nothing.

A guard was storming towards her wearing glow-in-the-dark armor and yelling at her when all she was trying to do was escape her abduction.

"Stop right there!"

Part of her wanted to stop because she was a rule follower at heart. The rational part of her said move, ho, and her legs agreed. She shot around the corner out of view and cleared the railing downward before he came around.

The sound of his boots thundered above, missing her completely.

She waited.

Her heartbeat was so loud she was convinced it would give her away before the light did. Every inhale was too fast, too shallow, pulling air that wasn’t reaching her lungs. She was running on adrenaline fumes and the fumes were thinning.

WHOOOM.

The entire large plaza lit bright white under her boots and every fountain doubled in height. Like it was trying to announce to the guards that she was there.

She looked down at her own body and hated what she saw. Glowing bright. Runes carving onto her skin in real-time. A walking signal fire in a city full of guards.

She couldn’t turn it off.

Please don’t. I am trying to hide, she thought to it.

Wrong thing to say. That made it worse. It got brighter with every heartbeat, feeding off her fear like fuel, and the irony was so vicious it almost made her laugh. Her own light was hunting her.

Then she felt it. A giant tree at the edge of the plaza wanted her to go to it. She didn’t know how she knew, only that she did. Every instinct in her body was splitting in two. The rational side was screaming to keep running, find stairs, find a gate, find anything that looked like an exit.

The other side, the deeper side, the one connected to the light and the warmth and whatever was pulsing inside her chest, was pulling her towards that tree with a gravity she couldn’t explain and couldn’t resist. She was being torn between her brain and whatever lived underneath it.

"Stop!" another guard yelled.

She didn’t.

More yells followed.

She couldn’t hear the words. Couldn’t process them. The world had narrowed to the sound of her own breathing, the slap of her boots on stone, and the hammering in her chest that felt less like a heartbeat and more like a countdown.

All she knew was she was running as fast as she could away from them and everything kept lighting up and giving away her location. She was trying to disappear in a city that wouldn’t let her be invisible, and the harder she ran the brighter it got, like the whole kingdom was conspiring against her.

The panic bubbling in her chest was at an all-time high and steering the ship.

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