NovelsFreeChapter 259 Her frantic mind raced.
She might not have been strong, but she was clever.
She had harmed the princes betrothed, and if he had allowed her into his lands, it wouldnt be for anything good.
---- A group of wounded vampires in retreat had discovered them and lunged at the three spies.
They couldnt defeat the Lycan King, but they could take out sof their hatred on this wench and her men. The fight broke out in that part of the forest; the two sorcerers faced off against the three injured vampires.
Even so, they couldnt defeat them easilyafter all, they were elite vampires.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThose bloodsuckers were possessed by vengeance and the burning need for retribution.
"Take Laila and go! Ill hold them off!" "Pm not leaving you, brother!" the other sorcerer shouted, raising an earthen shield from the ground that made the surrounding trees shake.
"RUN, LAILA, RUN!" he yelled at the stubborn woman, and they hadnt left her behind until now, still holding onto the hope that their leader would take control.
They didnt want to be branded traitors in case Merkall emerged victorious, but they wouldnt split upthey were brothers, and they wouldnt sacrifice themselves for this deceitful woman.
Laila finally bolted, running blindly, without direction.
Her magic wasnt strong; she was more of a healer, which gave her little advantage in battle.
Soon, amidst her desperate escape, she heard the savage growls of the wolves hunting down those fleeing through the forest.
They sought refuge in the darkness, taking to the skies, but no one could hide from the keen noses of the death wolves.
Lailas lungs were failing, and her legs constantly stumbled over roots ---- and the hem of her skirt.
Something was closing in on her; she could almost feel the bloody breath and open jaws ready to snap at her head.
The trees parted, and she saw a tall fence aheadshe didnt stop to think where it led.
She placed her hands on the rusted iron bars, covered in wilted flowers and dead vines, and climbed with her last ounce of strength.
Looking back in terror, she saw a colossal white Lycan emerge from the bushes, its murderous eyes locked onto her, and it roared, shaking even the fence as it bared its massive fangs, still dripping with blood.
That was enough for Laila to hurl herself over the fence, crashing to the ground with a painful cry.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer leg was in bad shape, pierced by the sharp spike at the top of the fence.
She limped, fleeing into the cemetery, weaving between the ancient tombstones and gnarled trees.
Clutching her chest, gasping for air through her mouth, she uth, she dared to look back after a while and realizedno one was chasing her. Before she could celebrate her escape, a deep sense of regret and fear filled her mind.
Why hadnt the Lycan pursued her? Then, Laila looked around; the m moonlight couldnt pierce the dense clouds, and darkness closed in from all sides. The hairs on her body stood on endshe was in the cemetery.
The old crosses and statues, with missing pieces, seemed to be m with their hollow eyes. mocking her with "T have to get out of here...
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