Page 62 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

I shake my head a bit while I slip into my clothes swiftly. I scan the area for a moment, noticing how we are in the middle of nowhere. Freya was not kidding when she said this wouldn’t be a fun trek.

“Let’s get going,” I say. We are still too close to the pack for my liking.

Be careful!Max snaps in my mind.

I shift around, smelling the guard before I hear him.

“Not so fast,” the man yells, running towards us. Fuck, thanks to the rogues and warriors, with their scents everywhere and me over-exhausting my gift, I didn’t realize someone was approaching us.

Before I can shift again and lunge at him, a noise rips through the air, a swooshing sound following it. My instinct kicks in, and I immediately pull Freya behind me. Steve pulls Amaryllis to the ground, covering her with his body.

“It’s silver,” I blurt out to the others, trying to work out how to reach the asshole before he shoots us.

Everything happens so fast. Someone next to me screams, and Elise is pushed to the side. Another shot rips through the air.

“Marcel, move!” Anthony yells.

I hear a loud gasp, followed by a groan of pain.

Blood spreads onto the white snow.

twenty

Freedom

*FINN*

Forasplitsecond,I look at Marcel and feel relieved it’s not him who got shot. I’ll forever feel guilty for my relief, though, because the moment I shift my gaze, I notice Anthony clasp his side, and drop to his knees, blood oozing from his wound.

“He saved me,” Marcel mutters. “He pushed me to the side.”

Anthony acted on instinct, as a future alpha, and for the first time I genuinely feel proud of him. He knew a silver bullet would kill a werewolf faster than a lycan. So he reacted instantly. His immediate thought had been to protect. He might not understand what he just did, but it proved he has it in him to protect a pack.

There is no time to talk about this, however.

While the others are frozen in shock, my thoughts run wild. Fuck it, I think, we’re running out of time. I decide on the one thing I can do, shift into Max again and take this guy down, even if it means being hit with a silver bullet…probably more than once.

Before I can do so, however, I hear a loud cracking sound, and the warrior who shot at us drops down to the ground, lifeless.

“What?” I raise to full height again. The others come out of their cover, and Henry runs to his brother.

My eyes land on a well-known figure. “Arman?” I ask in surprise.

Arman stares at me, his face not giving away a thing before his eyes shift to Freya and Amaryllis. He sighs loudly. “I can’t believe they were trying to kill you,” he mutters. “I wanted to warn you, and then I heard they burned your room down with the girls in it.” His voice sounds bitter. “Colton was trying to look for a way to get rid of Freya, so this was a perfect opportunity… kill her and also you guys, who have seen too much. Then I heard that some of you escaped. I don’t even want to know how you pulled that off.”

“Thank the Goddess.” A beautiful woman appears next to him. She looks very similar to him and is almost surreal in her beauty. She looks at Freya. “You got yourself a good mate the second time.” She smiles.

“Yes, Lady Leila.” Freya smiles warmly, and when I look at her, she flushes a bit. “I was fated to Benjamin for like five minutes.”

“What?” I growl.

“Don’t worry,” Leila laughs slightly. “The Goddess was just playing him. He was never intended for Freya, I know for certain. He had his own lesson to learn. Let’s see if it helped.”

“She is an oracle,” Freya whispers to me.

I tilt my head. “A rare gift.”

“You’re not a normal wolf either. I saw you running through the forest in your wolf form.” Arman shakes his head. “I’m already big, but you’re easily bigger than me.”

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