The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 116

VALERIA

My heart was hanging by a thread, shocked, but I couldn’t just sit and watch Aldric fight to the death against the Vampire King. I had to act—I had my own power too.

I pushed myself up from the ground; fainting was a luxury I couldn’t afford. I had to save my friends—we all had to get out of here.

"I am strong, I am strong, I am strong."

I repeated it in my mind over and over as I stood and lunged at the vampires already battling Quinn and Celine.

Their powers were restricted by those horrible collars, and fighting against so many elite vampires wasn’t easy.

Gathering all the speed I could muster, I went straight for the first one's head, my nails sharpening into deadly claws, and a murderous hiss escaped my lips.

“Aw, damn it! Watch out for the Selenia!” one of them shouted to the others, barely dodging my claws that tore through his chest, sending blood gushing out.

The scent of slaughter ignited my violent instincts. I couldn’t take on the Vampire King—not in my current state—but I could definitely take down his underlings.

“Aahh!” I heard Celine’s scream as I moved among them like a shadow, swift and precise.

Three of them tried to capture me like a wild beast.

My crimson eyes locked onto Celine, who had fallen to her knees, clutching the collar tightly with both hands, agony etched on her face.

That damned spell.

Dodging their attacks, flapping my wings, and striking down with my claws amid their hateful roars, I glanced toward the battle between the Vampire King and Aldric.

They were literally tearing chunks out of each other. I couldn’t believe the Vampire King had time to activate the spell on my friends—Aldric wasn’t giving him a single opening.

Then who was it?

“Celine!” Quinn roared, running toward his sister, but he collapsed too, writhing in agony, clutching his throat as if he couldn’t breathe.

“Which one of you bastards?! WHO?!” I shouted furiously in my Selenia form, surprised to realize that I could even speak.

My eerie, unfamiliar voice echoed from my chest, making them tremble.

Blood splattered in my wake, my claws ripping through their flesh, shredding them to pieces in a fit of rage.

I vanished from one spot and reappeared behind another, tearing out throats and heads until the three vampires blocking my path lay dead at my feet.

But two more remained—I couldn't find those rats. I frantically scanned my surroundings.

“Find them! Search for them and bring them to me—NOW!” I screamed, raising my arms and summoning my magic. Whatever it took, the desperation of losing my loved ones was unleashing all my potential.

A wave of magical energy surged from my body, creating a powerful gust of wind.

A dark mist filled with ravens, flapping like a flock of death, burst from my pendant and soared through the air.

Hunters seeking their prey.

This place was enormous, filled with statues, water, underground caves, and hiding spots, but my ravens moved swiftly, showing me every shadow and crevice through their eyes.