The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 241

SIGRID

"Wait!" Renata called after me as our conversation came to an end.

There were still too many unresolved matters, unfinished plans, but we couldn’t discuss everything in just one night.

Besides, my mind kept drifting back to the cave where I had left Silas. I was worried about him.

"This will protect you," she said, removing a beautiful necklace with a delicate gold chain and a pendant shaped like a black teardrop.

"It will prevent your Selenia power from exposing itself by accident."

Sigrid took it with curiosity. If that was its purpose, it would be extremely useful.

"When you fight Morgana, this will keep your Selenia aura from escaping outside the mansion and alerting the entire estate to what you are. They’ll only think it’s a dispute between sisters for leadership," she explained, securing the magical pendant against my skin, where it settled coldly.

"Fine, I’ll take it. Thanks," I replied, feeling slightly awkward.

Truth be told, they would have to work harder to fix this awful first impression.

"I’m leaving. I’ll see you at the agreed meeting point. If I don’t show up…"

"You have to show up," Alessandre interrupted. "You have to win. I’ll go undercover to the De la Croix estate and help you however I can."

"I’ll erase all traces of magic from this battle. You can rest easy," Renata assured me.

I nodded to both of them. Having support was an unexpected turn of events.

We exchanged a few more polite words before I finally set off on my way.

I didn’t fully trust them, but they were my only hope, so I had no choice. I looked toward the mountaintop from below and transformed into fine mist, flowing with the elements.

I could feel Renata’s magic roaring in my veins after drinking her powerful blood. I needed time to fully absorb it, and I would also use it to heal Silas.

Standing before the cave, I drew more and more runes around the entrance to protect us from the cold, intruders, and any lurking danger.

I stepped inside, walking through the narrow corridor, quickly reaching the small cavern I had discovered.

The warm magical light I had left glowing like a tiny bonfire on the ground illuminated Silas, sitting on my cloak in a corner, staring intently at the entrance.

"My lady!" He tried to stand as soon as he saw me.

"Silas, no, don’t move…" I rushed toward him, bending down because of the low ceiling.

"I’m fine, my lady."

"No, you’re not fine!" I knelt in front of Silas, examining him more closely now that we finally had time.

"No, I’m worse—but I don’t feel bad, don’t look…" He lowered his head, gripping his clothes.

Oh, Goddess… yes, he was worse. His skin was completely ruined, his hair singed, and the half of his face that had been intact was now blackened as well, his flesh hardening and cracking.

"Close your eyes and lie down on the cloak. I’ll heal you now," I tried to push him down, but he kept resisting.

"No, don’t waste your magic on me. If they’re after you, if Morgana is looking for you, she’ll attack. You can’t go home now…" He grabbed my hands, anxious, though he avoided looking at me.

"Silas, look at me. No more running. Look at me," I cupped his cheeks gently, forcing him to face me.

By the heavens… his eyes, they looked like endless voids—truly terrifying. But I had always seen beyond his appearance.

"That is not my home. My home is wherever the people I care for are," I wanted so badly to confess everything. Would he believe me?

He had proven his loyalty to me in so many ways.

"Who are those people, my lady?" he asked, lowering his gaze, his voice rough, always surrounded by so much mystery.

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