Lachlan: The Lycan King

Chapter Thirty:

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Pic of Siobhan's dress above^ 

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        Siobhan was alone.

        Standing in gloomy forest, with the shadows of the trees looming over her head as the bright full moon glistened in the inky sky, she looked around. For once, the forest was quiet. Not even the sounds of crickets chirping or the rustling leaves seemed to fill the atmosphere.

Only silence.

        Siobhan took an uneasy step forward, her bare feet brushing across the tips of the green, plush grass, tickling her toes. The skirt of her dress grazed over her bare legs with the step, it's silky material feeling like satin against her skin. Tilting her head downwards, she took in the dress she was actually wearing.

Her eyebrows puckered.

         The dress she was wearing was all white, almost as if it were a wedding dress, however it was designed differently than the one she had made for the ceremony. It was less extravagant than the ceremony dress and it was more of her style. Simple and soft.

        The sleeves of the dress where long and sheer, trailing down her lanky arms and slightly reaching past her dainty wrists. Around the bend of her elbows there was silver ribbons tied around the material quite tightly, causing the loose material to pucker out and make the upper part of her arms look fuller. The same ribbon bordered her upper body, positioned just below her chest in order to support it properly. The front of the dress hung in a low V shape, allowing a clear view of the valley that ran down the center of her chest.

        Siobhan wanted to immediately cover her chest, as showing such skin was quite scandalous no matter the woman's rank. However, a certain rumble came from within the depths of the dark forest- almost like a growl. The fine hairs along all of her body stood erect upon hearing the snarling sound. There was a rustling of leaves, then the sound of a twig snapping in half as a heavy weight pressed down on it.

Silence hung in the air heavily.

        A dark shadow passed across her vision just briefly, grazing the outskirt of the treeline just barely- almost stepping directly into the clearing. Siobhan's breath caught in her throat in anticipation; her skin prickling. Another growl rang through the air, almost like a warning of some sort.

        Suddenly, a hand landed on Siobhan's left shoulder softly. Instead of jumping in fright like she usually would, she however, turned her head ever so slowly to look up at the culprit touching her. A man stood there, staring pointedly ahead into the forest where the shadow creature lurked. Yet, the more she stared, she couldn't quite make out the mans face. It was if her vision was blurred only when looking upon the man.

A growl came from the forest then.

        Siobhan turned her head back to look at the shadow creature, just as it stepped one leg- no, a paw- out into the clearing. The fur was of solid black, the color an exact match to the only one person she knew.

Lachlan.

        Siobhan wanted to scream his name out in relief. However, the hand on her shoulder tightened it's grip, causing her to wince. Lachlan's Beast growled again, stepping further out into the clearing to allow her full view of his body. His massive figure seemed to dominate the clearing, the air between them all seemed to lower- growing heavy and making it hard to breathe.

        Lachlan! Siobhan wanted to scream, however her voice seemed to be non-existent. No sound came from her mouth as she tried to cry out.