The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- Salvatore.

The daggers in his hands had merged into a single blade, slicing clean through Brendas throat mid-air.

Burned beyond recognition, her eyes dimmed, brimming with such resentment that I felt the weight of her curses pressing against my heart.

Salvatore flung her lifeless, smoldering body into the hyenas, who hesitated, wary of the raw force of elemental fire.

I knew it was time to escape.

Salvatore was not the same as Brenda.

Before he could react, I triggered my transformationmy ace in the hole.

My entire body shifted into a black magpie, fast and perfectly camouflaged in the night.

My wings spread wide, and that intoxicating sense of freedom filled my chest.

I soared through the sky, craving to dissolve into the darkness.

But just as I prepared to focus on flying toward Elliot, that same eerie urgency pulsed through me.

I flapped harderdesperate.

I had practiced in secret, over and over, but my coordination was still lacking.

A fist of icy mist began closing around my bird form, tightening to trap me mid-flight.

Tlet out a frantic caw, a warning cry.

The grip of the forming hand pressed in, holding me in the air.

---- Salvatore.

He had pursued me in mist form, materializing now with me trapped in his grasp.

I considered shifting mid-air, fighting back, but before his boots even touched the ground with me caught in his hands A lycans roar shattered the night.

I felt the tremor in Salvatores fingers.

This was our greatest advantage: I was never alone.

A dark shadow launched at us from the top of the cliff.

seizing the moment while the vampire was frozen in shock, I shifted back into my human form and snatched the leather bag tied to his waist.

Tyanked with all my strength, breaking free from his hold and fleeing behind the tall rocksgiving Vorath his opening.

"KATHERINE!" Salvatore roared, his voice laced with fear.

Fora second, I think he actually thought I was in danger.

That the lycan was another enemy.

But then, realization struck him like a dagger to the heart.

That lycan is my husband, you idiot.

Voraths enormous claws shot straight for his throat Even in mid-air, his massive form seemed to blot out the moon.

His fangsrazor-sharp like serrated blades, capable of ripping off Salvatores head in a single bitebared with feral, murderous rage.

---- BAM! A dull thud echoed as he slammed Salvatore into the ground, attacking with relentless fury.

The sound of laughter and the hyenas scattering filled the distance.

imagined Brendas charred corpseperhaps they were dragging it away as carrion.

I crouched behind my cover, watching the brutal clash of supernatural forces, waiting for the right moment to help Elliot in battle if needed.

Only, I never expected how soon that moment would come.

And in truth, Salvatore wasnt even our biggest problem.