Lachlan: The Lycan King

Chapter Thirty-three:

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Just a heads up: these next few chapters will be jumping back and forth between Lachlan's side and Siobhan's side.

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         The Lycan King stared down at the square object that sat immobile in the palms of his rough, calloused hands. His thumb of his right hand ran across the hard edge of the item, traveling upwards in a gentle stroke. As if he was scared the object would crumble to pieces in his hands at any moment.

         He was quiet -emotionless- as he gazed downwards. With an almost perplexed look on his face.

        King Lachlan heard the door of Siobhan's room, yet he didn't turn around to acknowledge the two Lykae's who walked in. He could smell them.

Instead, he said, "Master Geirolf. Aldric."

        It wasn't a question. It came out a simple statement. Calm and collected.

"My King," The two warriors answered in unison. The King could sense their motions behind him, as they bowed to the King's back.

        The King raised his head, looking out the colossal-sized glass window to view into the murky forest. In his head, he kept imagining Siobhan- picturing every theory of her kidnapping in all possible ways.

        And just as the thought entered his head- he saw her.

        He saw her slim body being dragged into the dark depths of the forest. Her right arm was being pulled, as it was raised above the rest of her body and stretched out beyond her head. The person hauling her was dressed in an all black cloak, so dark that not even the King could see. He saw Siobhan struggling, scratching at the person's hand that was wrapped around her wrist, with her free hand.

        Siobhan dug her heels into the mud, trying to stop the person. Yet, her attempts were nothing but feeble. She screamed out- or tried to- but there was a heavy cloth wrapped tightly around her mouth. However, King Lachlan could hear every single one of her silent screams in his ears.

        From Siobhan's eyes, tears started to spill like a waterfall, as she realized she couldn't get away. The fear she felt as to not knowing who the person was, or where they were taking her, set in.

The King's heart broke upon seeing Siobhan's expression.

He wanted to go to her.

        He wanted to jump out of the window right then and there and tear apart the person taking her away from him.

        He didn't care if he were to be punctured with a million shards of glass if it meant that he would be saving her.

He took an unconscious step forward.

"My King?" Aldric spoke up, yet this time it was a question.

        King Lachlan haltered his step and blinked. The image of Siobhan washed away and when he opened his eyes, there was nothing there. The part of the forest he was looking before was clear, even the mud on the outskirts was untouched. There was no sign of struggle.

No sign of Siobhan.

        King Lachlan glanced down at the book in his hand, taking a deep breath in and releasing it, before turning around to face his two most trust-worthiest warriors. His eyes locked onto Master Geirolf's eyes instantly- eyes similar to those of Siobhan's.

       The King crossed the room over to Master Geirolf in just a mere three strides. He thrust the book out in front of him, directly in front of Master Geirolf's face.