The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 55.

REUNION WITH MY LOVED ONES.

NARRATOR The victorious Alpha stood among the ruins of what was once the Fertile Valley pack.

His dark gaze and thirst for vengeance remained unquenched.

Where did this weapon come from? He asked himself again, staring at the dagger in his hand.

The pain of losing his son mingled with greed.

None of these fools seemed to now how to make it, but his people had spoken of a white-haired woman and another male who wasnt there.

"sir, we found a trail near those mountains," the warrior reported, pointing in one direction.

They were experts in tracking and conquest.

"Get ready." wee The next day, just as the sun rose over the horizon, Lyra, Drakkar, Gertrudis, and Nana set off toward the intricate passage.

The steep and hidden grotto led them into a dark cave.

---- "Dont be afraid.

The beasts dont dare to come in here," she said, walking ahead in her wolf form, carrying Nana.

Nanas illness came more from the heart than the bodythe bond with her Omega was weakened and withered.

When Lyra entered the cavern where the healer had guided them and saw the huge inscription filled with runes, she was left speechless She blew softly, and cold mist escaped her lips.

Around her, the walls were coated in ice, massive stalagmites hung, from the ceiling, and at the center stood a frozen wall rising toward the heights.

"That's the stone my master found in these parts," Gertrudis told her.

"He was a priest from the High Packs who came here to die.

He knew a lot and managed to figure out a way to extract some of its magic, but its extremely difficult.

The healer had already returned to her human form and was dressing.

Lyra frowned; she recognized many of those magical runes.

The spell seemed to be a seal meant to keep something trapped inside.

---- A dull thud behind her startled her.

she turned and saw Drakkar falling to the ground with his hand clutching his chest.

"Drakkar!" she rushed to him, and when she touched his back, she saw those dark veins pulsing wildly, surging with destructive power.

Drakkar roared, lifting his head.

His fangs were those of a beast, his eyes narrowing into slits like his wolf's.

He was losing control, battling a pain tearing him apart from within.

"Tm going to help you, Drakkar! Gertrudis, place your daughter near the ice, its an ice spell, not a stone!" she urged.

Drakkars skin burned hot, shifting between fur and muscle.

He writhed on the ground in agony.

"Gertrudis, now!" Lyra roared, and the healer left Nana near the wall to run and grab the Alphas hand.

"Neither of us is a witch, we only read spells.

Repeat my words exactly."