All Chapters of The Lycan King's Luna Healer : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Malric’s POV My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I sped down the dark highway, headlights cutting through the night.My thoughts spiraled as I prayed nothing had happened to Emily. Finding her now that the mate bond had been snapped might not be as easy as before.Red and blue lights flashed ahead.“What’s going on?” I hissed impatiently, hoping it wasn’t some delay.A patrol car blocked half the road, forcing vehicles to slow. Cones were scattered across the asphalt, guiding traffic past the scene.An ambulance stood nearby, its back doors wide open.I crawled forward as an officer motioned for cars to pass carefully along the side.That was when I saw the wreck.A car had been crushed beneath the front of a truck, its metal twisted like paper. Another car lay upside down, its nose buried in the woods. Glass littered the road. Blood stained the pavement.But I saw no bodies.Then something glittered on the asphalt a few feet from the wreck.I narrowed my eyes, ignoring

Sharina’s POV(Earlier at the party)I could barely keep the disgust off my face. The cursed mutt that called herself the King’s maid had the nerve to parade alongside the lycan prince, flaunting her shameless presence.And what stung more was watching the lycan king falter, losing even a hint of his usual composure over her. Dancing with her and then taking her out of the pavilion like she was some prize.Tonight, I would allow her this, just for tonight. Tomorrow, if she failed to bring the priestess back, I would make good on my threat. I only needed the fear of exposing her mark to keep her obedient.Bringing Sarah back was my only hope of doing the psychopath's bidding, and of freeing Ben and Gigi from their clutches.I spotted her again, the cursed mutt, walking away as if being chased. Maybe she had already incurred the king’s wrath. I didn’t care. She would have to find a way to appease him and convince him to bring Sarah back.She didn’t see me approaching. I allowed her to

Malric’s POV This was one creature I'd feared, and now I stood face to face with it.A nightwalker.It loomed before me, radiating victory.I'd read about its insane speed, so I knew exactly what was at stake.I sharpened my sight, straining to see in the total darkness.The beast slid its long black tongue out, aiming to siphon my powers, but I doubled back in a flash, catching it off guard.Its face wasn’t human enough to read, yet I could feel the malice in its posture. It reveled in this hunt, certain it could take me down in seconds.Dark smoke curled from its body, a hypnotic, paralyzing force.I knew enough about these dark beasts to understand what it was doing. The smoke was meant to weaken me.I dug deep into my Primal Essence, feeling my core energy flare like molten fire through my veins, pushing back against the dark haze.The beast hissed, recoiling slightly at my sudden surge. Its multicoloured eyes glinted sickly. It wasn’t used to prey fighting back so fiercely.“You

Malric’s POV Resorting to my last lycan ability to fight off this damned monster, I activated the double shadow.The same kind of deception the Nightwalker used, creating illusions.But mine came at a cost.Rage.Uncontrollable and blinding.It was an ability exclusive to the Stone lineage. Our last resort in battle.The power surged, and split.I staggered back, reappearing several meters away as the shadow version of me remained trapped in the beast’s tongue, thrashing violently to buy me time.I forced power back into my core, steadying myself, but the rage was already there…pulsing through my veins, clouding my thoughts.Just a few more seconds.That was all I needed.The moment I gathered enough strength, I surged forward, ready to end it.But as I closed the distance, I saw Emily standing near my shadow.My body tensed.For a split second, something flickered inside me.Then it hardened.No.It was another trick, another illusion by the Nightwalker to deceive me.A low growl to

Emily’s POV “I see your legs… come outside.”The voice was soft. Familiar.I turned sharply, and froze. A young boy stood outside a curtain, calling for a little girl to come out of her hiding place.He was tall, and oddly handsome in a way I didn’t understand. His grey eyes caught mine, and something about them felt… warm. Known.But it was like he didn’t see me. Like I wasn’t even there. He turned his attention back to the curtain.The little girl stifled a giggle, her small fingers gripping the edge of the curtain as she peeked out.“You found me, Princie!” she whispered, her blue eyes glinting innocently.“Let’s go meet your father, you little troublemaker,” the boy said, crouching slightly.The girl smiled and climbed onto his back, her arms wrapping easily around his neck. He lifted her without effort, steady and strong.It felt… safe and warm.A strange feeling settled in my chest.Like I wasn’t just watching her…like I had been her.I followed behind as the boy carried her th