The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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DREAM OR REVELATION? ELLIOT eft a note drawn on the stone tile with charcoal in case she woke up suddenly.

After kissing her head, I refilled the fireplace with more wood and covered her well with her slightly disheveled clothes.

She stayed warm by the fire while I stepped out into the backyard.

The old wooden fence bordering the forest was falling apart, vines spreading across it like they owned the place.

I glanced back at the imposing mansion, its shadows stretching over the damp walls covered in lush wisteria.

Tsummoned the shift, looking up at the sky.

The massive moon, clear of dark clouds, illuminated my transformation into the powerful beast.

Sharp teeth, my jaw and bones reshaping into a snout.

As always, the pain burned through every tendon, every vertebra snapping into place, my pores covering with dark fur.

"Awooooo!"" The wolfs howl echoed in the night, and in the distance, my lycans sharp ears caught the reply of a pack of wild wolves.

I could feel Voraths exhilaration at his long-awaited freedom.

He took off in a sprint, charging straight toward the fence.

Despite ---- its decay, it still stood several meters high.

His powerful hind legs flexed, launching him forward in a wild leap, stretching his torso mid-air, soaring over the backyards frail barrier, and landing smoothly on the other side.

Vorath didnt stop.

For a creature with such massive muscles, he was agileunbelievably fast, something I had already confirmed on our journey here.

Even after fighting off some bears and escaping a specter that appeared out of nowhere, we arrived at these lands at an insane speed, following the scent of our woman.

After racing wildly through the trees and bushes, he finally crouched low, vanishing into the shadows.

His red eyes fixated aheadon a herd of deer grazing on the lush grass of a clearing.

"We'll take that one," he said, focusing on a stag grazing alittle apart from the others.

"Why that one?" I asked, assuming it was because it looked like easy prey.

"Not for that reason, idiwell, not for that reason.

To me, theyre all easy prey," he decided, for once, not to accompany his explanation with an insult.

"T dont like hunting females.

They sustain the herd.

That one is a weak maleit wont affect the strength of the group." His reasoning surprised me a little.

For someone so violent, he actually cared about the survival of these animals.