Page 60 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

He looks exactly like Steve.

“Fuck,” Henry mutters. “That’s some crazy shit.”

“How believable is it close up?” Steve asks curiously.

“It’s a real illusion,” Elise whispers. “To those who don’t know, our illusions will even have a scent; if they kill or hurt them, they’ll bleed.”

“Amazing.” I nod. “So when they attack us, they will think we’re inside.”

“What if they smell us outside?” Marcel asks.

“It will look like we ran from the attack then,” I say.

“The illusions are going to act on instinct,” Elodie verifies. “Some might fight back, and the others will run.”

“Let’s hope it’s going to be enough. For now, let’s move.”

We all grab our stuff swiftly. Steve keeps his mate in his arms while Freya chooses to run by herself. “I know the area a bit,” she whispers.

“Alright.” I nod. “Lead the way. They’ll attack soon, and Marcel is right; they will smell us all around. Just run! Let’s try to reach the pack borders in our human forms, not to draw any attention.”

I soon realize I have heavily underestimated my mate because, damn, she is fast. She runs through the pack grounds, leading us along hidden paths, and past potential guards. She knows her way, making me realize she was truly trying to leave this pack. When we are a bit further away, I can see flames engulfing the second floor of the pack house, exactly where our room was. Some men scream as the flames engulf them. Colton didn’t even care if the fire killed his own people.

A person on fire jumps out of what I assume was our room. It must be one of the illusions.

“Hopefully, they’ll think we were all inside the room.” Marcel breathes out.

“Risky,” I mutter. “I wouldn’t bet on it!”

There is panic rising because of the fire. I hear people screaming and running around, trying to put it out. And then what we hear next shows luck is on our side finally.

“Rogues!” a guard yells.

He seems to be pretty close to us. “The rogue attack is on our side of the border. That’s what I call lucky,” Elise says, panting heavily. She is holding her sides, looking tired, probably from having used her gift.

Marcel scoops her in his arms, ignoring her complaints, and continues to run fast.

“It’s a fantastic coincidence!” I mutter. “If they doubt that the fire killed us, they’ll think the rogues did. Don’t forget, they still believe we are normal warriors.”

“You’re not?” Ryllis asks curiously.

My mate tosses me a knowing glance but doesn’t say anything. Instead she keeps running. She looks ethereal, running through the snow, her beautiful red hair flowing in the wind. She didn’t have time to dress in anything warm, though. I’ll ensure to give her and Amaryllis something to wear once we are away from the pack borders.

“I will explain later,” Steve promises his mate.

In front of us, there is a commotion breaking loose. Rogue wolves are approaching the borders and attacking several guards there. Some warriors make their way to them, trying to fend them off. Never have I been so relieved to see a bunch of rogues! We need to make sure to get past them somehow.

I throw my backpack toward Marcel. “I’ll shift,” I say. “Henry too. We’ll distract the warriors and rogues so they won’t come to you. The rest of you need to carry our stuff and the girls. I don’t want anyone to freeze to death because we lose our luggage! Only shift in an emergency!”

“Got it.” Marcel nods.

“You’ll continue to run. Freya, what other path will lead us back to civilization?”

“The mountain path,” she says. “You can only reach it by foot. It’s steep and dangerous. We hardly use it.”

“We have no other choice.” I nod towards her, noting how she returns the nod firmly. I’ve got a tough mate, it seems. She is fucking hot! It makes me incredibly happy to see how capable she is. The situation has to be so straining for her, yet she holds it together so well.

“Henry and I will catch up with you. Just run!”

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