▪️WEREWOLF ROMANCE▪️
"Would you rather I chain you to a post and have you sleep on the ground outside?" Edric raised a brow.
His response caught me off guard and I stammered, "W-what? No... I-"
"It can be arranged," the Lycan King scowled.
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Tonight, was the night.
The Lycan King was coming for me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
As I stood in front of my large mirror, my head tilted as I took in my appearance. I had always been good at hiding my emotions. Right now, my calm exterior masked the intense turmoil I felt.
To say that I was nervous was an understatement.
My purple eyes boldly stared back at me. Eyes that people had not seen for centuries, only knowing about their existence though bedtime stories they were told as children.
I slowly blinked, and watched as the violet colour of my eyes taunted me.
For it was the sole reason that I was being ripped away from everything I had ever known.
Narrowing my gaze, I bit my inner cheek and ran my hands over my hips while addressing my reflection, "I'm not going down without a fight!"
I had purposefully put on my favourite pair of dark leather pants and a typical white linen shirt with a hooded black cowl. These clothes were most comfortable for when I went horseback riding.
Yes, I was going to run away, or at least try to.
Even though we only had a few weeks, they passed quicker than we would have liked. Berengar and I had not given up hope and managed to come up with a plan, nonetheless. Unfortunately, we did not have a chance to sneak off before, seeing as the Vizra had suddenly placed guards to keep an eye on me.
Berengar said that he would do his best to keep the other werewolves off my trail, while I snuck out through the bathroom window and escaped through the forest. He had confided in me about a special plant, called the Kalla Root, and the use of its crushed leaves. When mixed with water and applied onto the skin, it would dissolve and blend with one's natural scent, making it hard for werewolves to keep track of the individual.
While we were unsure of the plant's effect on the Lycans, we had no choice but to go through with the plan either way. Berengar's horse was one of the fastest in the region, and was waiting for me at the back of the house. It was our hope that I would be able to keep ahead of them until I reached the border.
Once I crossed over to the neighbouring province safely, I would lay low and wait for Berengar.
Together, we would then make our way into the unmarked territories to the East, moving as far away from the Lycans' region as possible. Hopefully, there, we would be able to get a boat somehow and sail to one of the other islands.
Of course, the plan was far from perfect, but we felt that it was the best option we could come up with on such short notice.
I had no idea what the Lycan King had planned for me, and I would rather take my chances on the run than be forced to be his slave. We just needed to get out of the Malvar Empire first. Once we had achieved that, Berengar and I would work out on how we would leave the mainland.
