The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 287

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Sigrid knew it even before it touched her skin—it was pure poison.

She raised her hand, and hundreds of ravens flooded the dark shadows, piercing through the storm, merging into one another, hardening to form a giant shield that protected her people.

But the shield was flawed—it had a gaping hole, right above her.

"Sigrid, what are you doing?!" Aldric roared, trying to rush to her aid, but his daughter completely blocked him with a barrier.

From a distance, Valeria watched in panic as the power of the Selenias, the very power they had worked so hard to refine and gather, protected the army—but not her daughter.

"Sigrid, no, daughter, no, please," she began to cry, calling to her through their bond, but Sigrid didn't hear her. She only looked at the man above her.

"I am yours, and you are mine. You are not Umbros, nor Gray—you are Silas. Only my Silas," her lips trembled with the last syllables, whispered softly, but she knew he could hear her.

The black droplets were falling harder. Danger was closing in. Suddenly, Umbros began to grow restless.

«Why isn’t she protecting herself? What is she trying to prove? Protect yourself, Selenia, do it! Guard yourself against my darkness! CREATE A SHIELD FOR YOURSELF!»

Panic completely overtook him as he watched the corrosive rain fall toward her.

This was what he wanted, wasn’t it?

But the thought of this woman getting hurt drove him mad—more than he already was.

"Aaahhh!!!" he roared in fury, flapping his wings and driving away the rain that was about to fall on Sigrid.

It was unbelievable. The storm poured heavily over this part of the forest. The acid foamed against the massive shield surrounding the supernatural army.

Even the specters weakened under the Selenia’s power. And yet, in one single spot, the rain did not fall.

Not a single drop of malevolence touched Sigrid. Her heart pounded like wild horses galloping in the wind.

No matter how much he denied it—his soul resonated with hers.

Silas began to feel fear. True fear. This spell… he couldn’t resist it. He couldn’t.

He flapped his wings. He had to get away from her influence, from the enchantment that was calling him so powerfully.

But Sigrid wouldn’t let him escape.

His black and golden pupils constricted at the explosion of light, as if thousands of golden raven feathers were shining around him.

Silas felt her presence—the warmth approaching. He wanted to fight, but then arms wrapped around him in the air.

That Selenia was attacking him head-on, and he had frozen.

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