The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 144

CELINE

I ran swiftly through the underbrush, my long braid swaying with my movement.

Foxes darted out of their dens, searching for nocturnal prey to hunt, while all sorts of insects made strange noises as I passed by.

The forest was coming to life, and soon, amidst its sounds, I also heard voices—but not the ones I was looking for.

"Celine, don’t go that way, they’re Vampires!" my wolf warned, and I came to an abrupt stop, looking around for a way to escape without running straight into an ambush.

“Hey!” a shout jolted me back into action, and I bolted to the right, following my instincts.

Once again, I was being chased, and this time, those men were much faster than the ones before—they seemed like elite Vampires.

With my wounded thigh and several of them close behind, it was obvious I wouldn’t get far.

The wind howled past my ears when suddenly, my nose caught the scent of decay and something ancient.

"Veer left, quickly, Celine! Or we shift!" Mía warned me, and I always trusted her instincts—she was rarely wrong.

“Stop, witch!” they shouted. It seemed they had mistaken me for a sorceress.

“You idiot, can’t you see how fast she is? She must be a hybrid!” insults followed.

Just because part of me was vampire didn’t mean they would show me any mercy—to them, only pure blood mattered.

My boots sank into the soft grass. I could hear them just steps behind me, and as I was about to shift into my wolf form, the tall iron fence of what appeared to be an ancient cemetery blocked my way.

Without hesitation, I leaped and climbed the rusted fence, which swayed and creaked dangerously but didn’t give under my weight. I was nearing the top when Mía growled at me.

"Jump to the other side, quickly! They’re going to chain you again!" I threw myself over, landing heavily on the ground before rolling to my feet, facing them from the other side, baring my fangs, and hissing threateningly.

My senses kept searching for an escape, scanning the surroundings between the old trees and the moss-covered, lonely graves.

The atmosphere was eerie, yet I hadn’t expected to see the sheer terror and shock on the faces of the three vampires chasing me.

They didn’t even attempt to climb the ancient fence.

I took a step back. If they tried, I’d run again—at least now I had a moment to gather information.

“I’m just a traveler. I’m not involved in your war, I don’t care about it. Let me leave in peace,” I said, not holding out much hope.

“How can you cross the forbidden lands? What kind of spell are you using?!” yelled a blonde vampire with long hair and a beautiful face, like most vampires—cold and cruel like the rest.

“I have no power. I don’t know what you’re talking about…”