Page 148 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

She suddenly stops laughing and nods. “Kill them,” she orders the two men. “We won’t take any prisoners tonight!”

I stare at her, not able to fathom what’s happening. There is light surrounding her while she steps forward. On a closer look, it’s not just light, though. It’s like little living beings covered in light are fluttering around her, surrounding her.

Raymond and his men take a step back. “Shoot,” Raymond yells in panic.

“But the Alpha said—”

“Just shoot her. Something is wrong with her.”

Suddenly strings of silver emit from Flora’s hands, slicing forward and knocking the guns out of their hands. “Now,” she commands.

Aurel and Edward dash forward, shifting into their wolves instantly. I can only step back and watch them fight, unable to do anything else to help them. In a far distant corner of my mind, I think that Finn would probably appreciate it if I choose now to make a run for it and disappear through the portal. But something holds me back, keeping me rooted in place.

Blood Snow doesn’t have lots of elite warriors, and when Finn, his family, and their allies attacked, Colton probably sent them and the beta to look for me, as Raymond said, well aware I would return if I had made it out alive.

He is not an idiot. A psycho but not an idiot. He was prepared for this scenario.

I watch with dread as Edward and Aurel take on the eight men. They are easily outnumbered, but they aren’t ranked wolves for nothing. Flora, meanwhile, is like a weapon of mass destruction that usually gets hidden away because of the deathly nature of its attack.

That’s why she is here. To protect me.

I’m so engulfed in the battle that I don’t notice what’s approaching me until it’s beside me. A growl rips through the air and makes me jump in shock. A giant wolf is right in front of me, baring his teeth at me. There’s a disgusting amount of drool sliding over his fangs and dripping on the ground. It feels like my heart has stopped beating, and cold sweat builds on my forehead. I can’t even feel the chill around me anymore or hear any other noises aside from the panting of the massive wolf in front of me.

RUN!Sereia yells.

She pulls me out of my trance, my heart picking up its speed again, and I do as she’s told me. Turning on my heels, I run. I don’t even know where I’m running to. Just away from the beast that keeps chasing me. I can hear Flora yelling something, and I can see her move out of the corner of my eyes.

But I don’t have time to watch or listen. I just run. Run, run, run. The thick snow makes it difficult for me to move while the wolf runs over it easily. He is playing with me, I figure. He is hunting me like prey.

Fuck, what can I do? Why did I think it was a good idea to even come here? Why can’t I shift!?

I stumble slightly, feeling an aching pain in my ankle. But I will the pain down; for once, my past as a slave comes in handy. I push past the ache and pick up my speed again until the beast lunges toward me. I try to jump to the side, but he tackles me nevertheless, making me double over and roll through the snow. I try to grab something with my hands, noticing I’m not on the snowy field anymore. Instead, it feels like I’m rolling downwards.

The wolf bares his teeth at me, but Flora kicks him hard in the head before he can attack again. To see this tiny woman fight with no fear, is truly a sight to behold. It almost distracts me from—

“Flora!” I yell as I feel myself rolling over the edge of a cliff. My fingers cling to a single rock desperately, trying to steady me.

Flora looks at me, before she finishes the wolf without further ado. I can see him return to his human form as blood oozes from his neck. Flora doesn’t waste any more time and keeps running towards me. Below me, I can hear the waves of the ocean smashing themselves against the rocks. This is not the same place we descended to reach the cave in our escape. It leads directly to the sea. “Flora!” I cry out.

Flora halts. She looks at me, her gaze sad and apologetic. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

What…

My fingers slip off the rock, gravity finally pulling me toward the ocean. I can see Flora’s face in front of me, detached from any emotion but with a hint of guilt, before my body connects with the angry sea, and the darkness of the water engulfs me.

forty-eight

The Prophecy II

*FREYA*

Ifeelmyselfbeingpulled into the depths of the water. I gasp for air frantically, each breath filling my lungs with more and more water. I can’t swim, I’ve never learned how, but I try my best to fight against the way I’m being dragged downwards. I desperately paddle my arms and legs to push me up toward the surface again, but the weight of my clothes pulls me further down.

Eventually, I stop struggling. My chest feels heavy, and my lungs constrict.

I can’t…there is no strength left in me. I feel a heavy sense of dread, my chest heaving, tears filling my eyes and mingling with the salty water.

This is it, I think, my heart clenching. I won’t see my Finn again. I won’t see my sweet, kind, and strong mate again or see how he will defeat that shithead of an alpha. I won’t see my old pack getting back on its feet.

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