The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 344

NARRATOR

They turned to find her stepping out of a tear in the air, like a wound into the darkness.

Behind her, her dark mate followed.

"Theron and Laziel in the same room… how fun," this time Amara spoke only into Beof’s mind.

"What happened to you?" The tension eased at once when Lavinia saw her sister hurt.

She came closer to examine her with concern.

"Don’t worry, Lavi, it was just a silly thing. Beof already gave me his blood, it’ll heal right away. We fell in here by accident…" Amara’s soul felt warm under her sister’s hands as she checked her over.

Lavinia was like a second mother to Amara and Theron.

Beof had to bend a little because Lavinia couldn’t reach even on tiptoe.

"Alright… you scared me a bit because you never summon me," the sorceress confessed.

Behind her, Laziel had already moved through the chamber, and something was powerfully drawing his attention: the cursed tree.

"Brother fell into this trap with us too; I have a feeling we’re not home…"

"This is Alpha King Cedrick’s continent," Laziel clarified at once.

"But how…?" Theron’s firm voice asked.

Laziel explained that they had likely found one of the many physical passages that existed and connected all these realms.

At this rate, it turned out the earth was riddled with burrow-like holes tying together all the gods’ creations.

Lavinia went to see what Theron was doing, but her hand was suddenly caught by Amara’s, and a secret was spoken into her mind.

Beof had already told his woman about his speculations and what he suspected about the feline guest in the lap of the next Regent.

"Brother, what is that animal?" Lavinia finally came over to examine it.

Theron lifted the lioness and stood with her in his muscular lycan arms.

"I think she fell and hit her head, that’s why she isn’t responding."

He answered while leaning down to show her to Lavinia.

The sorceress immediately understood what sharp-eyed Amara had told her.

She wasn’t smart for studying, but she was when it came to catching every bit of drama and understanding other people’s feelings.

The only one who slipped past her inner thermometer and fooled her completely was Laziel.

Buried deep, she was dying, and her magic, once life and healing, was corrupting and mutating into something that was destroying her from the inside.

"She’s about to turn into a specter. She harbors a lot of resentment and regrets," Laziel’s words were spot-on.

The unrecognizable woman before them, whose body seemed to be the very support lifting the withered branches, was none other than Lisa, Isabella’s sister.

She hid herself so deep and with so many things locked in her soul that she didn’t need centuries to destroy herself to this degree.

"Are you going to absorb her then?" Lavinia looked at Laziel with worried eyes.

The truth was she had never seen anything so horrible. She only ever saw the result… not the process.

"No. This is more like the specters my father controls. I don’t like something this unstable in my inner world," Laziel confessed in her mind.

"And what if she’s still alive? I mean, she looks like one of Zarek’s undead," Amara replied, uneasy too.

The tense silence said each of them was submerged in their thoughts.

"We’d better go to where the vampire prince is before calling my father-in-law," Lavinia concluded with a sigh.

She didn’t even recognize the distorted features, buried among carrion and filth, but the woman had once been a sorceress, and it pained her to think how she’d ended up like this.

Maybe Zarek could save her. Silas tended to go for more… drastic solutions.