The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 372

NARRATOR

Tomas started barking in his mind; Aldo couldn't deny it.

They had been discovered.

"Get ready to follow me out and fight. We can't let them trap us in here, or we're finished."

He instructed, beginning to crawl toward the exit. He suspected the intentions of their assailants.

"Bring the firewood, hurry, pour the accelerant!" The man could already taste his victory.

In the daylight and with the help of the dogs and footprints, they had discovered that behind that natural barrier was a narrow entrance.

The only concern was whether it had another exit, but no one was willing to check. The best option was to set it ablaze and see if the rats would come running out.

"Stack it properly." The men moved, carrying bundles of dry grass and twigs from the forest.

The lieutenant advanced on his horse, all heroic, torch in hand, fire roaring in his heart.

If he managed to eradicate these supernatural beings, he could even claim the reward offered by the palace.

The Regent would promote him—maybe even grant him a territory to rule. His mind filled with foolish daydreams.

"Be ready. Unsheathe your swords and bows," he murmured, guiding his horse closer to the rock stacked with firewood.

Suddenly, the animal grew restless, bucking, sensing danger—the low growl reaching its ears.

"Move forward, you idiot! Stop being a coward! If you don’t move, I’ll turn you into stew!" He spurred it viciously, but the horse only hesitated, taking a few uncertain steps.

"Damn it," he cursed through clenched teeth and decided to dismount. "Everyone, stay alert."

He ordered, drawing his sword from the scabbard at his hip. One step, another. He leaned down to peer through a crack between the rock and the cliffside.

"Shit." He took a step back upon discovering, shrouded in darkness, a pair of beastly eyes filled with rage that made him tremble from head to toe.

They were in there. They hadn't escaped!

Taking a few steps back, a sinister grin spread across his face as he lowered the torch, ready to unleash chaos.

Just inches from the dry grass…

"Ahhh!" A scream echoed against the towering canyon walls, stopping him in his tracks.

"We're under attack from the rear, damn it! To arms, defend your positions!" The cries of the first responders set the rest of the soldiers into action.

The lieutenant turned toward the surrounding forest, where a group of warriors charged forward like enraged savages, shooting precise arrows and wielding deadly weapons.

Leading them was a massive black-haired man, roaring with his sword raised high.

He watched as the blade came down, severing the first soldier’s head before the poor fool even had a chance to react.

It was the Duke of Everhart—he would recognize him anywhere. His bravery and ferocity in battle weren’t just rumors.

"Defend the camp! We outnumber them! Don’t let them inti—" Bwah!

No one could suspect they had been cornering supernatural beings. And for that reason—none of Duke Thesio’s soldiers could be left alive.

"Slaughter them all!" Elliot roared, kicking away a soldier who was about to strike one of his warriors.

He lunged, sword raised high, bringing it down on the man’s body sprawled on the ground, his face splattered with blood—promises of death glinting in his icy blue eyes.

In less than fifteen minutes, they had wiped out every man stationed there.

Trapped between the ice wall and the forest, almost none escaped… except for one.

*****

Nicolais ran, leaping over tall grass and roots, weaving between trees, glancing back frantically.

His eyes were wide, fear gripping his soul, his clothes still stained with the blood of his fallen comrades.

He had survived only by playing dead. A wound in his side burned like hell, but it didn’t stop him from fleeing.

Freedom was close, adrenaline surging through his veins.

No one had seen him. No one.

He had to warn General Arthur—Duke Elliot was in these lands. They were in danger.

Just one more step, just one…

CRACK!