The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 192

SIGRID

The night was advancing, and I needed to move quickly.

Carrying a baby while transformed into mist was one thing, but transporting a fully grown man was another. I had to move him somewhere closer first.

"Can you walk? Hey—" I crouched beside him, keeping my guard up in case he tried to attack me by surprise.

But when I grabbed his shoulder firmly, his body slumped backward, completely limp—he had fainted.

For the love of the heavens.

I exhaled sharply, but every thought in my mind froze when I finally saw his uncovered face, now that his filthy hair had fallen away.

I clenched my fists as rage coursed through me. His face was destroyed.

Covered in deep, gruesome wounds, scars, and worst of all, around his right eye, a massive blackened mark—like a burn—spanning part of his cheek and forehead.

What kind of cursed spell had they been experimenting with on this poor bastard?

I covered him as best as I could with the cloak and conjured a fortification spell. This would drain a lot of my magic, but there was no other choice.

I hauled him onto my back, pulling the hood over him to conceal his face, and carried him through the eerie, mist-laden forest toward the nearest inn.

We must have looked like two lost souls wandering through the darkness of this sinister woodland.

*****

I arrived at a two-story inn on the roadside and knocked urgently.

Boom, boom, boom!

"I'm coming, damn it!" I heard curses from inside, and soon, a burly man opened a small window hatch, squinting as he assessed us.

"What brings you here at this hour?"

"I want your best room, food, and hot water." I lifted my face, altered by sorcery so he wouldn’t recognize me, but he still realized I was a witch.

"Of… of course, my lady. Forgive my rudeness." He immediately unlatched the wooden gate, looking slightly nervous, and ushered me into the old reception hall.

I didn’t say much—only what was necessary. He eyed the bundle on my back curiously, but he wasn’t foolish enough to pry.

Witches were feared. You never knew which one might turn you into a toad for offending her.

"My lady, I’ll wake the kitchen staff to prepare your dinner at once, and I’ll fill the bathtub with hot water," he said obligingly. I tossed him a gold coin, which he snatched up with greedy eyes.

"I trust you know how to keep your mouth shut. No one is to bother us unless absolutely necessary."

"Yes, yes, of course. This attic room has no neighbors on either side. Only… my apologies, it has only one bed—"

"It’s fine. Now leave."

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