The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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KNOW WHO YOU ARE NARRATOR Green eyes, brimming with tears and suppressed sobs, looked past Silas to the woman standing behind himthe supposed healer.

But under the moonlight, at last, Sigrid saw her true face.

She knew the woman had come to send her back, and she refused to leave.

Yet, no matter how much she resisted, the past wouldnt change the way she wished it would.

"Tove you, I love you so much..." she whispered between sobs, lifting her trembling lips to his and kissing him desperately, clinging to him, feeling his warmth, the beating of his heart, for the last time.

"Never forget how much I love you.

Never forget.

You are not Gray, you are not Umbros.

You are Silas, my Silas..." Words could never do justice to her feelings, to what they both felt.

"sigrid..." Silas suddenly seemed confused as he saw her so devastated.

"Does it hurt that much?" "Yes, it hurts...

it hurts too much," she answered in a broken voice, and he began to panic, his eyes darting to her chest, thinking the wound was getting worse, desperate to check on her.

"Go, go create a shelter.

The Queen is already upon us.

Go, Silas...

Go!" she pushed him away, holding herself back with everything she had, resisting the urge to cling to him, to rebel against that damn Goddess, knowing it would only bring more pain and ---- suffering.

She understood that fighting wouldnt change anything.

Perhaps Queen Selenia couldnt defeat him, but the "little old lady " on the boat certainly could stand against both of themand, in fact, she would.

Silas stood up, his gaze locked on her, obsessive and unsettled.

Why did he feel like something was terribly wrong, yet he couldnt grasp what it was? Guard her with your life," he warned Mérida with a cold stare.

She nodded strangely, without her usual sarcasm.

Spreading his massive wings, he soared into the mist no one else dared to cross.

And yet, it welcomed him as if he were the master of the house.

Silas began carving a path, clearing it with powerful gusts of wind generated by his wings His specters scattered in search of the fabled island.

And indeed, amidst the swirling darkness, there was a clearing a beautiful island at its center.

A safe haven, hidden away beneath so much malice.

He would claim it for himself and his mate.

So, eager to return to her, he hastened to clear the way.

Sigrid stood, watching his broad back as he disappeared into the ominous fog.