The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 290. YOU FOUND ME NARRATOR "I'll be watching you always, little Lyra. | hope you keep the promise to take care of the heart of the noblest, most precious beast I've created." Lyra's eyes flew wide when she saw, within the light, the shape of a tiny wolf lying down, a black-and-white miniature. With its little eyes closed, asleep... it was Khalum's soul. The Beast God's hands moved to her chest and fused the precious treasure he kept into her.

Lyra gasped, bringing her hand to that spot where she felt extra weight. A living heat awoke, roaring, and incredible sensations she couldn't explain. So much love swept through her veins that she began to sob. "Those are Khalum and Drakkar's feelings for you; | hope you understand he gave up everything to be by your side," a hand rested on her bowed head.

Lyra lifted her misted gaze, but she could no longer see the corporeal form that mimicked an elemental; instead, it stretched and grew gigantic amid flashes. ---- Becoming pure energy of nature with the silhouette of a lycan. The hand on her head suddenly felt so heavy and huge, while the lights danced hand in hand and sang spells from when the worlds were made and the beasts arose.

«Take good care of his soul and | will bless you with the gifts I've hidden in it for you.» With the last whispers in the wind, the light shot upward at a speed almost impossible to follow. It was as if a magical explosion lashed the mountain peak. Gusts of wind pushed the clouds and swept over the grass, which began to bloom. Everything the cursed crystal had destroyed grew back all at once.

Greenery filled the summit and multicolored flowers rose around Lyra, who still had her hand on her chest and her gaze on the sky. Her nightgown and platinum hair fanned in the storm. "Lyra... come to us," a deep, all-too-familiar voice slipped into her thoughts. The soul accompanying hers began to pull her toward a part of ---- the mountain where the white mist grew thicker.

Immersed in a forest that had sprung from nothing, it seemed enchanted and climbed until it vanished in the fluffy clouds. Lyra took one step and then another, but someone grabbed her arm. "Ly, where are you going? What did he put into your chest? Tell me, | couldn't see well, what happened to you?" Silas turned her around and even checked her over the dress. His daughter was crying, but he couldn't sense pain or sadness in her-more like... euphoria.

"Daddy, I'm fine, but | need to see Drakkar; he's waiting for me there..." Lyra pointed to the edge of the forest, which would only let her through. Silas frowned. "No. There's a magical space beyond; | can't enter there, | can feel it rejecting me..."