The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 202. A SWEET SORCERESS IN THE FOREST NARRATOR Rousse decided to get closer. The creature looked like it was in pain. He pulled a dagger from his boot, thick enough to pass for a short sword. He was going to give it a merciful end. But the moment the animal heard the crunch of stones under his steps, it turned around, alert. Gods, the front was even worse. Its eyes were lidless, the snout torn as if chunks had been bitten off. It bared its fangs, threatening and hostile. "Easy...noveldrama

I just want to help, do you understand?" Rousse spoke in his deep voice. He knew damn well it wouldn't understand-this was a wild beast. Still, he was ready to take a few bites if needed... and that's ---- exactly what happened When he stepped in a bit more, the animal lunged and sank its teeth into the leather guard wrapped around his arm. Rousse raised the dagger, ready to end it quickly and with mercy, but then his eyes locked with the creature's.

Its pupils had turned completely white, like it had suddenly gone blind. They stared at him for a second, and Rousse felt the fear radiating from it. Something vibrated in the air around the wolf-something unnatural. He'd been around sorcery long enough to recognize magic when he felt it. The animal didn't even try to keep attacking. It had only wanted to scare him... and then took off running Rousse didn't hesitate to follow it into the forest.

He had a strong feeling it would lead him to the witches-and he was right. But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next. ---- That poor body was already a corpse-no magic could keep it going. It collapsed to the ground, falling apart in chunks, and from it rose a black mist. A toxic cloud of calamity that crawled along the dirt. Rousse stood frozen as the fog began to take shape... into a woman. She dragged herself across the ground with great effort.

She was small, wearing a white dress covered in little flowers, with blonde hair streaked in pink. She leaned against a tree, breathing heavily, her head hanging low. Her hands were trembling as she tore the hem of her dress. What exactly was she doing? Rousse hesitated for a moment, just listening to the rapid beat of her heart. Her frantic breathing as she pressed the cloth to her face and tied it behind her head. There was no doubt about it-he'd found a sorceress.