Lyra heard the sound of tearing flesh and waited for the pain to hit. But none came.
“Are you alright?” a masculine voice…Julian! It was Julian’s voice!
Her eyes split wide open and looked up at him. He was looking ahead, his face a mask of concentration as he ran through the forest at full speed.
“Yes,” she muttered.
“Hold on tight,” he instructed.
She gulped and wrapped her arms around his neck. The forest around them turned into a blur as he ran at a speed she never thought was possible in the human form. But then again, he was the Lycan King, the Alpha of Alphas.
The scent of blood followed them all along, and only after a few minutes did she realise that it was coming from him. Feeling below his neck, she touched tender, torn flesh. A claw mark. The monster wolf had gotten to hi
