The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 333, A LITTLE OLD LADY IN TROUBLE NARRATOR Fenrir moved in just a bit to watch the chaos unfolding in the middle of the island. Somehow, using their own tricks, two men had beaten him there. "What is that creature?" Gale frowned at the black hulk full of red eyes and vicious jaws. It looked like a massive reptile with obsidian scales, standing on its hind legs and baring a lethal row of teeth at those males. Fenrir hesitated for a moment about what to do; he hadn't been seen, and he could definitely take advantage.

"They're going to get crushed,' Gale murmured, watching how the two warriors fought hard against the predator. "I think | saw one of those in the fight... they called it a Drakmor or something... didn't Nyx make friends with a female?" The men's own shouts told him he wasn't wrong and yes, it was one of those creatures. "... What the hell is a Drakmor doing here?!" "... Weren't they supposed to have made peace with the ---- werewolves?!" He must be an exile..." The scraps of talk between attack and defense carried to his ears. Suddenly, things got real ugly.

"Careful, one's flying this way!" Gale roared, and in the middle of the night, a body crashed down with a thunderous thud near his hiding place. The warrior spat a little blood as he hit the ground that hard. "Fuck!" Fenrir burst out with his daggers in hand and his fangs bared. He wasn't the type to run from a fight, much less leave defenseless people behind, even if they were his rivals. So, under the moonlight and the swamp's mist, he leapt straight into danger. The open-mawed roar of that Drakmor made his eardrums quiver. He started dodging the swipes of its front claws.

One moment it advanced on all fours, the next it surprised you with quick moves powered by its hind thighs. ---- It was cunning, and with all those creepy eyes, it seemed to read his next steps. "Aagh, damn it!" Fenrir took a deep gash across his chest, but he rolled under the predator's heavy body and went straight for its tail. If he could climb onto its back somehow, that would be his edge. If things got out of hand, even though it was against the competition rules, he'd have to shift into his Lycan form.

But in the middle of his plans and the heat of the fight, his sharp hearing caught an old woman's cry for help. Then Fenrir realized that behind him was the mouth of a cave, and it looked like the beast's lair. It had a lady prisoner inside for a snack later, no doubt! "Guys, keep it busy for a second so we can save herl... guys?" With one knee on the ground and a dagger in hand, the Lycan prince looked around and realized he'd been abandoned. Not just him, but the poor old woman too, because he was sure those males had heard her ask for help as well. "Fucking bastards, sons of bitches!"