The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- In his desperation, Silas didnt notice her swift, vigorous stride ---- no trace of a limp.

He trusted her, believing she was leading them to safety.

Soon, the forest ended at a massive lake.

Its still, dark surface reflected the raging storm overhead like a mirror.

Mérida approached a small dock where a barge was moored.

She untied it skillfully.

"Come on, come on, get in," she urged him.

Thunder and lightning lit up their serious, urgent faces.

Where are you taking us?" Sigrid suddenly asked in a hoarse voice.

"No, no...

love, its okay, rest.

As soon as we're somewhere safe, I'll strengthen you," Silas murmured, pressing a kiss to her sweat- dampened forehead.

He kept postponing giving her his magic.

Time was slipping away; the Queen couldnt catch them in such a vulnerable state.

Mérida sighed when she saw them board the boat.

Silas laid Sigrid on the bottom of the small vessel and began rowing with all his strength.

He already knew where to go; he could feel the dark mist calling him from deep within the lake.

There, beyond the rising fog, lay the borders of the forbidden zone the place where that devastating magic had first emerged.

---- "stop here.

We cant go any further.

That black mist is poisonous to our bodies," she warned, pointing at the impenetrable darkness hovering a few meters ahead on the water.

"Sigrid is weak, but you can carve a path for yourselves.

I heard a rumor that in the midst of all that dark magic, theres an island untouched by it.

You can hide there.

I dont think anyone else can cross this," she explained Without wasting another second, Silas leaned over his woman.

"My love, no, dont cry, my life.

Im going to keep you safe, we'll find a way to trap that witch," he whispered, cupping her tear- streaked cheeks, kissing them with all the deep feelings he had for her.

His light, his everything, his lifethe one thing that kept his lonely, black heart beating.

"T wont let them hurt you, dont cry, my love.

It tears me apart when you cry," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, kissing the tip of her nose, thinking she was scared.

Sigrid shut her eyes in agony, stretching out her arms and clinging to him with all her strength, her knuckles turning white as she clenched his clothes in her fists.

She felt like her soul was shattering little by little, breaking into a thousand pieces.

She couldnt bear itnot for the reason Silas believed.