The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 433

NARRATOR

Katherine watched the twisted smile that appeared on the dying man's face, a bad omen flashing through her mind.

"Get away from him, Vorath! He's about to do something! GET AWAY!"

The giant lycan pulled his hand back, scattering the remains of Salvatore’s open chest.

Without a second thought, he lunged at Katherine to shield her, sensing the danger himself—there was no time for her to run.

He wrapped his body around her like a shield, forcing the witch to release the control spell over the dying vampire.

Suddenly, eerie shrieks rose into the night. They expected an explosion of energy, something devastating. Yet, it never crossed their minds that Salvatore would use his last strength just to send a message.

To mark a location, a beacon in the darkness that would clearly say, "Here lie succulent supernatural creatures to drain."

Through a small gap in Vorath’s fur, Katherine witnessed the vampire’s body disintegrate into hundreds—perhaps thousands—of tiny bats.

A cloud of calamity loomed over them, screeching and screeching, the noise piercing their ears almost to the point of bleeding.

It lasted only seconds, yet it felt like centuries.

BOOM!

They exploded like ink in the night, like dark rain evaporating into nothing before touching the ground.

It was Salvatore’s final trick of power.

He had lived so long for this moment, and in the end, only death awaited him.

"I think… I think it’s over."

Katherine dared to murmur, running her fingers through her mate’s fur, closing her eyes as she embraced him.

Vorath longed to scent her, touch her to feel her warmth, carry her back home—but he was drenched in blood. First, they had to get out of this cursed place.

Yet before they could move, just as they thought they had escaped the nightmare…

"Elliot, you have to get out of the canyon! We're in the forest, but we can see it from here! Specters, specters are moving in your direction!"

Aldo’s voice pierced through their senses.

Every muscle in Vorath’s body tensed, his fur bristled—his fear was solely for Katherine’s safety.

"What’s happe…?" Katherine’s words caught in her throat.

In a split second, Vorath had thrown her behind him.

He growled menacingly, standing protectively in front of her.

"No, no…" the witch stammered, cold sweat running down her back as she looked up—toward the cliffs and peaks of the rocky formations.

It was as if giant shadows were watching them from above, their clawed hands—sharper than daggers, far larger than Vorath’s—clinging to the edges as they leaned down.

It seemed like all their supernatural power would be devoured in the next second.

The witch tried to summon some kind of protective magic, but it was useless now.

By this point, they had been discovered.

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