The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Arron's POV:

I could feel someone looming over me, and then I felt hot breath fanning against my face. It was all I could do to remain still and not roll away in disgust.

I counted silently in my mind, bracing myself for what was to come. If the person was still there by the time I reached the count of five, I would strike. 1... 2... 3... 4...

Before I could get to the next digit, a cry came from the boy lying next to me.

I tensed up at the sound and grew even stiffer, scared to death that the kidnappers would turn on me next.

And then I heard a gut-wrenching wail as the boy begged for mercy. It was followed by a flurry of panicked footsteps and the sound of rustling clothes. I figured that the boy must have tried to escape, but was instantly caught and pulled back.

I inwardly sighed in relief, even though my heart was still thundering furiously inside my chest. Whoever had been staring at me had left to capture the boy. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I pricked up my ears to keep track of my surroundings. A ball of dread formed in the pit of my stomach when I only heard the boy's cries, his voice turning hoarse. "Let me go! You devil!"

I heard the cracking sound of a slap, and then a werewolf snarled, "Shut up!"

quickly dawning on me that my chances of escaping

yelling, and all I could hear were muffled sobs and soft whimpers. He sounded like a lost and wounded pup waiting for its mother to come and

smack, and I almost flinched. The same

you to be quiet, you naughty boy! Now, look what you've done. You woke everybody

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in me pretending to be asleep anymore. It would only

opened my eyes. I shuffled over to an inconspicuous corner and remained quiet as I

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scream in horror, and we all curled up in

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the boy's pants off his legs, exposing his. deformed calf. "A cripple who to run away. He has sorely overestimated

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