Page 63 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

“Of course he is.” Leila approaches us swiftly and kneels next to Anthony, checking his wound. I feel instantly worried again by the pained sound that escapes his lips. The twins are many things, but they are not whiny. “He is a prince.”

Both Freya’s and Amaryllis’ eyes widen when they stare at me. I show Freya a lopsided smile. “I told you there would be a story to tell. I promise to answer all your questions, but first, we need to get away from here.”

“Finn is right.” Arman nods. He hands us a few bags. “There are warm clothes and blankets in there, especially for the four girls. Leila told me to prepare them yesterday, and I know better than to question her.”

“How should we proceed from here?” I ask. “Freya said there is a mountain path?”

“Yes, but they’ll almost definitely search for you there.” He frowns. “I’ll make sure they believe the rogues caught you. For once, their attack was a pleasant coincidence.”

I nod. “So what’s our alternative?”

“There is a secret passage,” he explains. “Only Leila and I know about it. You need to go past the forest, then take the path down the cliffs.”

“Isn’t the sea too rough to walk the coast?” Freya asks.

Arman nods. “Yes, but you won’t need to walk the coastline. There is a cave and an underground passage that will give you protection. It will lead you away from the coast and toward your destination. You’ll reach a frozen lake once you exit the underground. Cross it, then finally, you’ll reach a little village of humans.”

Leila looks at us insistently. “Make it down to the cave fast. Then take a break there—you need to get the bullet out of the boy’s body.” She looks at Anthony in worry. “I can’t do it here.”

I nod, feeling worried too. She is right. We need to make sure the silver bullet is out of Anthony’s body, or he won’t be able to heal properly.

“What about you, though?” Henry asks, surprisingly aware. It seems like the twins truly work better under stress. “Isn’t the guard with the snapped neck going to be a problem?”

Leila nods and turns to her brother. “Hit me,” she demands.

Arman stares at her. “What? No!”

“Oh, Goddess,” she groans, hitting her head against a tree until blood is oozing from a wound and then ripping her shirt to pieces. “Now come and cradle me in your arms,” she huffs at her brother. “The guy just tried to rape me, and you saved me.”

Realization settles in, and he nods grimly.

“You think this will work?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yes, Leila is like the pack’s holy property,” Freya mutters, flushing a bit when Leila giggles and Arman raises his eyebrows. I take her hand in mine, kissing it softly. I love her feisty attitude.

Henry and I help Anthony while Steve and Marcel gather the bags. We make sure to hand Amaryllis and Freya a warm sweater each. Before we leave, I stare at Arman and Leila and I can clearly feel their aura and need to tell them. “You are lycans. You might be half or full lycans, I can’t say for sure, but you have lycan blood. Were you aware and just hiding it?”

“What?” Arman chuckles. “We are just big, strong wolves. The alpha always said we are deformed.”

“No, you are lycans, and going by your aura and Leila’s rare gift, you might even be nobility.”

Arman stares at me. “You are serious.”

Leila has stayed eerily quiet, but now she clears her throat. “My wolf…my lycan always told me not to ask too many questions about how we look or why we are so strong. I hardly ever shift for that reason.”

“But…” Arman’s mouth drops open. “Colton had to know!”

“He did. I’m sure he did,” I say quietly. “He just…he brainwashed you. He probably wanted you as a weapon for his pack.”

Arman’s face hardens. “And you are sure?”

“I am. I can easily see your aura as a lycan.”

Freya’s eyes widen once more at my revelation, and she looks at me surprised.

“We have no time for this, Finn,” Marcel urges.

I nod my agreement. “We will come back anyway. There is no way I’ll let the poor pack members here rot under this awful alpha. Besides, he tried to attack me. My pack won’t be happy.”

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