Bound To The Lycan King

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mall living room. His face was grim, his usually kind eyes now hard as steel. The village had been in fear for days, there have been rumors of strange wolves lurking in the woods

by the screams of our pack members. My fath

ellar. Hide, and don't come out. No matter what you hear. No matter w

ds stuck in my throat,

ers, his grip firm, but the look in his eyes was full of something wors

m. But his expression left no room for argument. My feet moved before my mind could process it, and I sprin

against my mouth to stifle the sound of my ragged breathing. Above me, the sounds of battle grew louder. Howls of pain

couldn't move. My legs felt frozen, as if anchored to the ground by the weight

I saw the flash of bloody paws. I wanted to scream, to fight, to

. A deadly, t

our pack had won. But the footsteps that followed we

ake sure no one's hiding." I recognized the vo

oots crunching on broken wood and glass grew closer. A chair scraped above me, and I heard the sickening thud of so

. Please," I whispered under my

uel, amber eyes peered down at me. I tried to scramble back, but strong h

on was the scene around me-my father's lifeless body, my mother's c

e indifferent, as if he were ordering a m

and authoritative, echoe

icy blue that sent a shiver through me. The others immediately stepped back, lowering their heads in deference. This was the leader. I instantly re

the pack. Weak," one of his men arg

his gaze piercing min

o scared to speak, too shattered to even comprehend what was happening. At that

was calm, but there was a darkness that made my stomach tw

oward the waiting caravan of Darwood wolves. They were the most feared pack in the North

cene from the village over and over, the haunting echoes of violence and los

ping me wash off the blood and dirt. I didn't speak. I didn't ask questions. I just let her dress me in a simple gown. My bo

ffocating despite their size. She guided me into a large hall, where a gathering of Darwood wolves had already begun. The room w

immediate attention, and the room fell silent

ward with an ancient-looking scroll in hand. My heart pounded

ounded like they were pulled from centuries of tradition. "Tonight, we

such a tradition before, I only heard of t

ore reverent as he continued, "T

ed as the elder's eyes flickered to

moment, I couldn't believe what I had

e? He never asked me for my name. None of this made sense

the meaning of it, Cypress's

her," he growled, his voice filled with disdain, his

hed over me in hot, scalding waves. My feet moved before I could think, carrying me out

was going, just needing to