Chapter 93

KEENA

I rush up the stairs and away from the dungeon. I feel my lycan itching beneath the surface of my skin, begging to be let out for a proper run. Unlike werewolves our lycans aren't a separate creature from ourselves. A werewolf's wolf has its own name and personality, but my lycan is me. A monstrous part of me. She rarely speaks to me in my mind. I usually only feel her emotions and wants and right now she wants to run. No, she needs to run.

My clothes are already torn and tattered from training as I run out of the back door of the royal mansion. It has started to snow. Big fluffy snowflakes are falling from the sky all around me. Making a beeline for the trees, I allow my lycan to come forward as I run for the trees.

I have been training so often and so hard that I can shift mid stride with little to no effort. Within a few strides I am once again in my lycan form. I think that is the quickest I have ever shifted. I wish Ward had been here to see it.

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