The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- How the hell were these civilians more agile and enduring than a trained soldier? The forest had awoken in chaostorches lit up every hiding place, every burrow.

Foxes bolted from their dens, owls took flight, startled by the neighing of horses, the shouting, the curses.

Hurried footsteps trailed behind themlaborers tracking the traitors who had stolen two valuable crates.

They're over there!" one of them pointed, reading the footprints in the dirt.

The drag marks of the crates, the trampled plants, the snapped brancheseverything pointed in one direction.

"Follow the tracks! Prepare the bowsrelease the hounds!" The commands rang out from Arthur, Duke Thesios generaland Alexias betrothed.

The same blond bastard who had captured Alvaro.

He wouldnt let these intruders ruin his lords plans.

It was obvious that Duke Elliot suspected something, but suspicions werent enoughhe had no solid proof to accuse them before the Regent.

As they fled, Aldos wolf senses suddenly flared in warning.

He could hear the enemies closing in.

They were too slow in this formbut they couldnt shift in front of Gordon, an elemental.

Thena scream tore through the night.

"Aahhh!" ---- Gordon let out a cry of pain as an arrow, fired at random, grazed his left arm.

He collapsed, tumbling into the dirt, the heavy crate crashing to the ground with a splintering crackbreaking open, spilling part of its contents.

When Aldo and Tomas rushed back to help him, they froze, stunned by what they saw leaking from the wooden hole.

A dark mist slithered out hungrily.

It looked like black insectsor something far worse.

But one thing was clearit was deadly to anything alive.

"Get them offAahh! Damn it, get them off me! It burns!" Gordon thrashed in the grasswhich immediately withered under him, dying on contact.

The strange creatures moved fast.

Some landed on his legs, burning and corroding his flesh, feeding to stay alive.

Aldo and Tomas grabbed him, dragging him away from the swarm.

"What the hell kind of curse is this?!" Aldo ripped off his shirt, wiping the creatures away from Gordons raw, exposed legs.

The fabric of his pants had already been eaten through, the flesh beneath covered in oozing sores and blisters.

"This looks like dark magic.

I dont know...

but its too strange, too dangerous.

Look, Aldo." ---- Tomas pointed to the ground where the insects had landed.

The grass and everything in their path was withering.

The only good thing was that they seemed to die quickly outside the crate.

But in the blink of an eye, the destruction they caused was terrifying.

Arrows began whistling past their heads, forcing them to move.

There they are!!" The shouts echoed through the trees, the barking of hounds closing in on their prey.

Things were looking very, very bad for them.