The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 143

143. THE CROWN IS OURS

CELINE

I grit my teeth as sharp pain shoots through my senses, but I endure it. This isn’t the first serious wound I’ve had.

By the time she finishes fifteen minutes later, I’m drenched in sweat, my clothes sticking to my body, and I’ve torn up my lower lip from biting it, but it’s true—the sharp pain from the beginning has faded.

“You need to leave this on for a few days, and you’ll heal, don’t worry,” she explains, wiping her forehead tiredly.

“Thank you so much, Laila. I don’t know how to repay you…”

“I’m just returning your kindness,” she smiles, and I return the gesture out of courtesy.
“By the way, get plenty of rest, Celine. Tonight, we’ll pass near the place you want to go. You need to be ready to run into the forest.”
I nod, thanking her again. I finish the broth and lie down to wait for my chance while the caravan continues on its way, the wheels rattling over the dirt road.
Laila stays with me for a while, and when we stop again, now at night, she gets off and signals for me to stay alert.

Mia, be ready in case we have to shift, I tell my wolf, though I really dont want tofinding clothes scattered everywhere after transforming is never pleasant.

Peeking through the animal skins that serve as the carriage door at the back, I listen to the voices of the warlocks and their laughter around the campfire.

---- They re preparing their meals when suddenly, footsteps approach, and the skin flap is pulled aside abruptly.

Come on, Celine, quick, Laila whispers, glancing nervously behind her.

Ijump off the carriage without a second thought.

The wound on my thigh still burns, but I try to ignore it.

She grabs my hand, and crouching low, we move swiftly through the shadows of the carriages, hiding behind one of the large wheels. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

A few meters ahead, I see the edge of the forest.

Wait.

She pushes me back, and we crouch in the darkness, waiting for the patrolling sorcerer to pass by.

Now, Celine, she whispers.

We hold hands and run toward the forest, diving into the protection of the trees.

We run a good distance until she stops, breathing heavily, looking back to make sure we arent being followed.

Phew, I dont have the same stamina as werewolves and vampires, she says, clutching her chest.

You shouldnt have risked coming with me.

You could have just pointed me in the right direction, I reply, feeling a little guilty for having doubted her good intentions.

Tts fine.