The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 431

KATHERINE

We turned to watch them retreat, but I stepped back, separating myself from the other two. And as the tide of predators surged past them, I stripped away their protection.

Just as I had given it to them, I could just as easily take it away.

How naive Salvatore was—just a pathetic fool who had the blessing of being loved by a talented sorceress.

She had taught him a few magic tricks, and he already thought himself a master, even believing he had me under his control with his great power.

"Zanareth lûmen val’shara, tesh al’morath ven’dorei." I recited in my mind, my eyes glowing in the darkness, golden sparks flickering in my pupils.

"The protection I granted you now returns to me."

I extended my arm, catching the light that evaporated from their bodies. In an instant, everything shifted, and chaos erupted.

The hyenas caught the scent of flesh once more, their hunger driving them back into the hunt.

Their sharp laughter echoed through the mountain pass, and the carnivores began to circle us—or rather, them.

"Wait, what is this?! What did you do, witch?! Aaahhh!" Brenda was the first to scream as a hyena leaped from above, aiming for her head.

She shifted instantly, her wolf form fighting for survival in the midst of the ravenous pack.

I watched as Salvatore pulled a weapon from his hand—daggers, gleaming under the moonlight, razor-sharp.

The scent of blood and the sound of snarls filled the air as he fought, skillfully cutting down one hyena after another, each trying to tear a piece of him apart.

He might have been a powerful vampire, but they outnumbered him.

I grabbed my skirt and ran toward higher ground—I needed to see the full picture.

Where exactly were we? Were we near the location marked on the map?

I had to regroup with my people and wait for the chance to retrieve the stolen documents from Salvatore’s bag.

But then, a chilling sensation prickled the back of my neck. I turned and saw a wolf—a rabid specter from the underworld.

Her fangs dripped crimson, one eye swollen shut from claw wounds, patches of raw flesh exposed from vicious bites.

Yet she had still managed to leap past the hyenas.

Her hatred ran so deep that instead of attacking her treacherous partner, she—as always—chose to go after the weakest link.

"So that’s what you think, idiot!" I shouted, summoning my magic.

I felt it surge through my veins, pooling in my chest, the heat rising and rising, climbing up my throat like molten lava.

My brown eyes flared into glowing gold. My fist clenched over my lips, and I roared, expelling the fire from my insides with all the strength of my heart.

The fire spell burst from my parted lips in ferocious flames, engulfing Brenda’s wolf in an instant.

"Aaaauuuu!"

Through the rising smoke, I heard her agonized howl.

But I never expected that, even in her final moments, Brenda would still try to kill me.

Apparently, she really didn’t take well to losing the attention of two men.

I stepped back as her burning silhouette lunged through the haze, her enraged snarl thundering in my ears.

There was no escape, but I also couldn’t unleash magic too recklessly—I feared the eyes of His Majesty above.

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