The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 29

I must have stared at the note for twenty minutes. Reading it over and over, scrutinizing the way each letter curved and perfectly arched, the smooth black ink’s trail in the ivory, the capital S positioned like an elegant snake. I was holding my recent paranoia and insanity in my very hands; the threats I had been trying to predict, the thoughts slowly infecting my mind, now placed right on my nightstand. My worries materialized into a real threat.

The note in the garden was more of a warning–not a threat. Now, the threat was written bluntly, as if it was a cold slap to the face.

I watched the night submit to the dawn, still gripping the note between my fingers, a cool sweat coating my spine.

conscious.

murder.

sheets and the duvet off me, placing my feet onto the cool morning wood. I peeked through the door connecting our rooms to take one more look at Theo before I left. He was

what you do. That aspect was nice.

ne in my quarters in case something was to happen to me or Theo, but now something was about to ha

of trees and the thickness of the forest. It was still night here.

person lurked.

thing within a large radius of me. It was hard to smell a being beyond the thick musk of the trees and the vegetation, however.

t was then I wished I had sneaked into the armory on the training grounds and stole a shield, not knowing if I had to brace for the arrows that shot at my friends.

or toward the east, in the garden.

h me. It melted any parcel of fear. I sank back against a tree facing the south, pressing my body to it to scan the forest while unnoticed. The noise continued upon the forest ground leaves, light and not heavy. That signified it was most likely not an animal–an animal would heavily plod through.

e woods. Unless the person who roamed in the shallow part was on his or her way to it right now, and their origin was south of the estate.

woods, whatever creature or person wanting to be just as hidden as me

ing through the air.

, now retreating from me in a haste.

s, assuming I’d find the culprit and end them myself, when skilled warriors like Alan and his men failed to?

tte within the trees.

I paused, my heart starting to pound, and leaped right back into the tree’s shadows. Maybe I did not fail to find them. I gave myself a moment to slow my br

a man. He had broad shoulders, and something on his back. I narrowed my eyes, not able to decipher if it was a quiver. I

to be one of the archers.

gured the best way would be to attack him was aerial. He was too large for me to take on without the fullest extent of surprise.

d up the trunk of a silver maple. It hid me perfectly in its opaque shadows.

timed the landing, then lunged at h