The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 299. AMAN ORA WOMAN? MAGNUS, "There are noises up ahead. Stay alert," my wolf, Grimm, sniffs the air and warns me. My boots sink into unstable ground; honestly, this swamp is a pain. Also, a solid place to hide, because the deeper you go, the thicker this nauseating fog gets. "I think you should cover your nose. Even with my resistance, this stench is getting to me. I think it's toxic." He warns me, but we're already swallowed by the mist and, yeah, there are bodies moving up ahead. I don't get a chance to cover my face before one of the shadows lunges at me. "Yuri...

is that you?!" a man's voice roars at me, and I narrow my eyes to make him out. "Run, run, damn it!" he yells, confused, but I'm not this Yuri guy, and I'm not running anywhere. l intercept him and, right in front of his terrified, stunned eyes, I ---- go straight for his throat. No doubt he's one of the rebels who escaped. His scent gives him away. Sorcerer. I move forward, careful not to sink a foot into some death trap in the swamp. A few yards away, sparks and flashes, voices and the clash of blows tell me there's a fight going on. But who against who?

little island, two more are fighting. The heavy, sharp stink of rot and something... off... is starting to mess with me. "Grimm, clench your damn teeth and hold on," I snarl at my wolf. I still don't see the need to shift into a lycan. I leap over the bog and hit solid ground hard. Two men are fighting, and my eyes and nose tell me one is

be a werewolf hit the ground and the mage letting loose some kind of cold magic. Looks like ice, like Nyx's mate, but mages can summon cold energy too. I sprint, without wasting time, before he