Lachlan: The Lycan King

Chapter Thirty-four:

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Major shoutout to the shows Lucifer and The Vampire Diaries for gettin me inspired. ❤️

p.s I wrote this all over the course of about 3 months (on and off) so I apologize in advance if it's kinda wacky. :(

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Siobhan and the Hunter walked down a dimly lit corridor together, with him slightly a few steps ahead of her and two of his men following behind her closely. The corridor almost reminded her of Lachlan's castle for a split moment; how the darkness seemed to envelop the closed space, because of the sparse candle holders hanging along the walls.

It also reminded her of the time they had first met back at the Hunter lodge when she had clumsily run into him in the hallway. She was so clueless then, unaware that the King would be choosing her only hours later. Yet, she recalled finding him trustworthy unconsciously- before he ever announced her as his mate. It was in those few moments she felt like a little girl all over again. Before she was tainted with the sight of blood and death that would come to her from training with the warriors. She wanted to feel that again. That sense of childish innocence.

But she knew it would not come any time soon, due to the situation at hand.

She just wanted it all to be over with. For everyone she loved to be safe and free. To be out of harms way for good.

She couldn't help but feel as if everything was her fault, as if it all revolves around her. As self-centered as that sounds.

The Hunter attacks against the Lycan's had been going on for years before she was ever born, ever since the beginning of time. Unlike the usual attacks the Hunter's always carried out, which was to 'kill every Lycan', the recent attacks over the last couple of months have seemed more... targeted. Aiming for a particular target.

And Siobhan felt like a big walking red target.

No matter how many times King Lachlan would tell her that he will protect her, she couldn't help but think that maybe it wasn't her that needed protection. It was him that needed protection... from her.

It seemed as thought death followed her everywhere recently. The innocent Lycan females from the Warrior Lodge, the poor maid from the castle, and up until this point... Ezra.

Which all started with her mother, soon after Siobhan was born.

It was all because of me, she thought morbidly, their blood will forever be on my hands...

Siobhan lowered her gaze downwards towards the creaky hardwood floors, tearing her eyes away from the candle-lit walls.

She supposed she could cry, as that was all she ever did nowadays. Yet, there were simply no tears left to spill. So her eyes remained heated, burning silently.

Siobhan watched the Hunter's shadow on the floor as it turned left. She followed behind quietly, still feeling the body heat of two other Hunter's following closely behind her. Raising her head upwards, she noticed the Hunter stop at a certain wooden door at the end of the hall. He reached a hand into his coat pocket on his side, fumbling around in it for a moment before he pulled something out.

Siobhan listened intently as she heard the soft sliver of metal scrape against each other, then a small click as the door unlocked. The Hunter pulled back and returned the key back to the same pocket.

He turned around to face her then, his face emotionless. He raised his right hand up and twitched his fingers, motioning her forwards. Siobhan frowned, yet stepped towards him. She felt the two other hunters behind her copy her movement.