The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 6

I told myself it was mere curiosity that led me back to the cottage that night.

Weaving through the moonlit forest, unseen and hidden within a mask, I nearly convinced myself of this. I was only going because of my hungry curiosity and natural hatred for the unknown. Us animals are curious creatures, and we do not tolerate questioning very well.

“A prince must know everything about his people,” I added out loud as I side-stepped a pine tree and onto the familiar dirt path, nodding in agreeance with myself. “Yes, that is it.”

lt staring at the boy, and the hatred on Cathy’s beautiful face.

sily found the cottage next to the large willow tree. It was warmly glowing through the darkness. I didn’t have much of a plan, but my stealthy nature did not need one. I was a famous war general whose footsteps wer

t peer inside this one; it was too visible. I saw there was a skylight window on the roof, and instantly climbe

was this. If the boy saw me, he would be petrified. But it technically was my cottage—I comforted myself with this. It was still the palace’s property. They were my guests.

That I locked up for four year

mpsed down through the window and found the dining room below. Large

Cathy, her beauty still as surprising as before. My eyes lingered on her for a

s. “Of course, my boy. The more you eat, the more quickly you grow.”

the food the second she placed it on the table,

her eyes, and realized she was wiping a tear. I

nd she seasoned them expertly. Just from the smell alone, I could tell she was better than the royal chef. The luxurious food I ate at the banquet suddenly did not seem that good anymore.

ike they belonged to her.

ie. This woman was not beautiful—she was a wench who drugged me. She took advantage o

e for Emily had faded into time, but that did not mean Cathy would be her replacement. Even if the child was mine, he was conceived in deceit.

imb down, I saw her tense up. Shit. Did she see me?

sniffing. She smelled me.

re body was tense

oided him from protesting. He gave her a kiss in return on the cheek and wordlessly left the table.

chen drawer.

of habit. It was an unfamiliar scent, thick with bad intentions. Instincts kicking in, I jumped from the roof through the skylight.

gger on me, holding it in front of her, and I

ace before being shadowed by disappointment. Her eyebrows furrowed. I was not the scent she detected.

.

hey recognized my scent. I did not smell them in the forest on my way here—they must be assassins that have tracked me here.

rced my shoulder with a blade. They cornered me without a weapon, and somehow

thing I didn’t.

ugh me—they were trying to assassinate a prince, but also a war general. I did not need a

he sudden pain then lunged toward him, my teeth bared. He may have had the element of surprise, of cheap guerilla warfare, but I had better combat skills. It was easy to take him down; I sunk my teeth into his shoulder and thrashed, flinging him to the floor. Once he was down, I gave him the killing blow of my claws through his chest, piercing his heart.

t him for coming out, and pushed him behind her, still holding out her dagger in case any got behind me.

r importance. He lunged toward Cathy; claws extended, snarling. I roared in response, and before he could get to her, my claws were already daggering through his

ke a butchered piece of meat.

ments, she lowered the dagger.

gged whisper.

to that, either.

I was making my way to it, I was suddenly on the ground, a wave of darkness crashin