The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 246. MY OWN "LYCANS" VICTORIA "It has to be here, it has to be here... damn it!" | growled inwardly, pacing that cursed room once more. Nothing. Not a single sign of a secret compartment. The stale air trapped between these four walls was starting to make me dizzy. "Where else could it be? I'm running out of time..." If | was right, that man could catch me off guard at any moment.

rushed into the hallway, anxious, watching even my own shadow, feeling like something was slipping away from me. Suddenly, the painting on the floor caught my attention, | remembered Mr. Fenir's words...this man was the Lord's depraved brother. "Wait a minute..." Sudden, heavy suspicions flooded my mind.

There had always been a mole among the rebels, someone ---- leaking information, | started running through the dark, deserted corridors, pushing open doors, searching for a sign of the general's quarters. Two swords and a shield were carved into one of the mahogany doors. | pressed my ear to the surface, cautiously expanding my senses. No one inside. | pushed the door open, the wood creaking slowly. The moldy smell made me wrinkle my nose, but my eyes scanned the room in the dark.

A study-like antechamber preceded the bedroom. This was where Dracomir's mother had surrendered every last shred of her dignity. My fists clenched, but now was the time to think with a cold head. Secret tunnels... one of them had to connect to this room That would explain how this man passed information to Hagen, maybe even led him straight to Dracomir's mother. There was no doubt left-Mr. Fenir had always been the traitor in the shadows.

---- And to confirm my suspicions, slow footsteps echoed over the hallway carpet. So soft that if I hadn't released the restraints on my power, would've never heard them in time. | melted into the darkness of the corner, turning into mist, floating in the shadows. The rat had arrived. Everyone thought he was in a war council with Dracomir, but this bastard played by his own rules with zero consequences. He looked around, and I concealed my presence even more, watching him intently.

"Come on, show me your hideout." Mr. Fenir had no idea he was about to reveal everything to me. He was smart for the people of this realm... but he hadn't accounted for outsiders from other lands. He stepped into the bedroom, and | followed, alert for any traps. He opened the closet doors, and | frowned. There was only old, moth-eaten clothing hanging inside, but once again, I'd underestimated the cleverness of men.