The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 276

NARRATOR

Mérida stepped out of the house, a lantern hanging from her old hands, and when she saw them in the state they were in—covered in wounds, dirt, and blood—her eyes widened in shock.

"For heaven's sake! What happened to you?" She rushed over to examine Sigrid.

Her skin was burning hot, trembling, and drenched in sweat, her eyes shut tight as she endured excruciating pain, constantly battling against Electra.

"I need you to heal Sigrid with your herbs! HEAL HER NOW!" Silas roared uncontrollably, darkness cloaking him entirely, on the verge of breaking free from the restraints of his sanity.

He was begging for help from an elemental healer when, with his own magic, he could heal wounds.

But he knew he couldn’t keep her trapped inside Electra’s body.

He didn’t know how to wield that kind of magic—he only knew destruction and combat. He wasn’t a real mage, nor did he possess such abilities.

"Calm down, calm down… Don’t feed her here, it’s too dangerous. It’s better to take her insi—"

Mérida’s words got caught in her throat.

She abruptly looked up at the starry sky, her brow furrowing.

A flash of lightning illuminated her aged pupils.

Something was approaching fast—and it was powerful. Even she could feel that magic, brimming with fury.

"You can’t stay here. You can’t fight this close to the village, or you’ll end up destroying everything, and besides, you’re in no condition. Come on, follow me."

"No! I have to feed her now to strengthen her—"

"I’ll take you somewhere safer! Don’t be stubborn!" she shouted, grabbing his arm and pulling him along.

Silas hesitated for a moment.

He knew they had been followed—that Queen Selenia was closing in.

He had to protect Sigrid no matter what; he couldn’t lose her.

But he was also terrified of leaving her unguarded, of letting his guard down even for a moment and having her vanish from his sight.

Better to hide her for a moment, maybe both of them, and recover.

It was the smartest choice.

Silas laid Sigrid on the bottom of the small vessel and began rowing with all his strength.

He already knew where to go; he could feel the dark mist calling him from deep within the lake.

There, beyond the rising fog, lay the borders of the forbidden zone—the place where that devastating magic had first emerged.

"Stop here. We can’t go any further. That black mist is poisonous to our bodies," she warned, pointing at the impenetrable darkness hovering a few meters ahead on the water.

"Sigrid is weak, but you can carve a path for yourselves. I heard a rumor that in the midst of all that dark magic, there’s an island untouched by it. You can hide there. I don’t think anyone else can cross this," she explained.

Without wasting another second, Silas leaned over his woman.

"My love, no, don’t cry, my life. I’m going to keep you safe, we’ll find a way to trap that witch," he whispered, cupping her tear-streaked cheeks, kissing them with all the deep feelings he had for her.

His light, his everything, his life—the one thing that kept his lonely, black heart beating.

"I won’t let them hurt you, don’t cry, my love. It tears me apart when you cry," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, kissing the tip of her nose, thinking she was scared.

Sigrid shut her eyes in agony, stretching out her arms and clinging to him with all her strength, her knuckles turning white as she clenched his clothes in her fists.

She felt like her soul was shattering little by little, breaking into a thousand pieces. She couldn’t bear it—not for the reason Silas believed.