The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- No one noticed me... until the last rider passed by. | stood frozen, hidden in the shadows, but | knew my red eyes would give me away. The horse neighed, pulling hard on the reins and stopping suddenly. Those pale eyes locked onto mine from beneath the black helmet with its plume of feathers. It was him... the Lord. We stared at each other again. He gave me that same intense look | still couldn't read. | waited for his next move.

But he turned to give an order, and | braced myself-this had to be my death sentence. "Keep watch on the other side only!" he roared over his shoulder to the guards left behind. "yal" He didn't even glance at me again before spurring the beast and racing off. | let out the breath | hadn't realized | was holding. My fists were clenched so tight I'd dug my nails into my palms. ---- "So, you're giving me a chance to disappear from your life," | whispered, my lips curving into a bitter smile.

That awful feeling in my chest didn't go away. It was spite. With no one guarding me, no ropes, and a nearly empty camp, | slipped into the shadows and headed into the forest. I'd find Rousse and carry out my plan. Now more than ever, | wanted to go home and forget that damn man even existed pees NARRATOR Rousse moved like a shadow through the forest. His presence didn't disturb the night animals around him. He was like the wind rushing through the trees. He had to hurry.

Leaving Miss Victoria alone hadn't been a great idea. She was too reckless and headstrong-a lethal mix from both her parents. ---- The towering man stopped on top of a hill, his silver eyes scanning the area like the moon itself, In the distance, he spotted a wisp of black smoke rising between the treetops. Someone was cooking in the woods But the scent that reached him wasn't witchcraft. Vampires. There was a vampire settlement dangerously close to the werewolf territory. A fight was coming.

All the more reason to speed up the search. Rousse was getting impatient-and patience was supposed to be one of his virtues. He turned, ready to run again, when a strange noise caught his attention. Silently, he blended back into the forest, following that odd trail. Then he saw it, in a clearing near a stream. There was a wild wolf-but something about it was all wrong. It was nothing but skin and bone, its fur and flesh falling off in ---- patches.

Parts of its skeleton and even internal organs were exposed. The smell of rot was coming from its body. What the hell was wrong with that animal? And how could it still be alive like that?