The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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MARK OF SLAVERY SIGRID The night was advancing, and I needed to move quickly.

Carrying a baby while transformed into mist was one thing, but transporting a fully grown man was another.

I had to move him somewhere closer first.

"Can you walk? Hey" I crouched beside him, keeping my guard up in case he tried to attack me by surprise.

But when I grabbed his shoulder firmly, his body slumped backward, completely limphe had fainted.

For the love of the heavens.

Texhaled sharply, but every thought in my mind froze when I finally saw his uncovered face, now that his filthy hair had fallen away.

I clenched my fists as rage coursed through me.

His face was destroyed.

Covered in deep, gruesome wounds, scars, and worst of all, around his right eye, a massive blackened marklike a burnspanning part of his cheek and forehead.

What kind of cursed spell had they been experimenting with on this poor bastard? I covered him as best as I could with the cloak and conjured a fortification spell.

This would drain a lot of my magic, but there ---- was no other choice.

Thauled him onto my back, pulling the hood over him to conceal his face, and carried him through the eerie, mist-laden forest toward the nearest inn.

We must have looked like two lost souls wandering through the darkness of this sinister woodland.

seeb L arrived at a two-story inn on the roadside and knocked urgently.

Boom, boom, boom! "I'm coming, damn it!" I heard curses from inside, and soon, a burly man opened a small window hatch, squinting as he assessed us.

What brings you here at this hour?" "[ want your best room, food, and hot water." I lifted my face, altered by sorcery so he wouldnt recognize me, but he still realized I was a witch.

Of...

of course, my lady.

Forgive my rudeness." He immediately unlatched the wooden gate, looking slightly nervous, and ushered me into the old reception hall.

I didnt say muchonly what was necessary.

He eyed the bundle on my back curiously, but he wasnt foolish enough to pry.

Witches were feared.

You never knew which one might turn you into a toad for offending her.