Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King Begs Me to Take Back My Rejection: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

I was making bread when the bells began to ring. At first I thought it was just a drill. Then I smelled smoke, and I heard people screaming, and I ran outside. Half of our village was already on fire. Soldiers in black armor were pouring through the gate. Some of them were not even in human form. Huge wolves with red eyes ran between the houses and knocked down doors. "Search every house!" a voice shouted. "Find the silver mark! The Council wants it!" I did not know what a silver mark was. I did not care. My mom was sick in bed, and my dad could not move fast because of his bad knee. I ran to their house. I never made it. A soldier grabbed my hair and dragged me across the ground to the village square. He threw me down so hard that my teeth rattled. Then I saw my parents. They were kneeling in the dirt not far from me. My dad's lip was bleeding. My mom was still in her nightgown, and her hands were shaking. One of them held the little silver necklace at her throat, as if someone

My mother's scream cut through me like a blade.I did not think. I kicked the chariot door open. I jumped out. I hit the ground on my knees. I got up. I ran.A huge soldier in heavy iron armor had my mom by the arm. His other hand was reaching for her necklace. She was holding it tight against her chest with both hands, crying and shaking her head."Let go of her!" I yelled.I did not have a sword. I did not have a plan. But there was a loaf of bread in my apron pocket, left over from the bakery. I pulled it out and swung it at his face with everything I had.It was a day old. It was hard as a brick.The loaf cracked against his nose. A loud, wet snap echoed through the square. He stumbled backward, swearing, both hands flying to his face, and blood poured between his fingers."That is for touching my mom," I said. My voice was shaking. "The next one is for your mom."Behind me, somebody coughed. It sounded a lot like a laugh trying to hide. I did not turn around to check.My dad was

"Let go of me!"I screamed until my voice cracked. Four soldiers held my arms, and one more had a hand on my neck. I kicked. I bit somebody's wrist. He yelled and let go, and I did not care.Kael was lying twenty feet away in the dirt. His face was gray. His chest was not moving."He is not dead," I said. "He is not dead, he is not dead, he cannot be dead.""The boy is mad with grief!" Vance called. "Chain him before he hurts someone."Then I felt it.It started in my chest, where the bond had been aching. A slow, warm pulse, once, then again. Warmth spread beneath my skin, down my arms and into my fingers.The pendant lay on my mother's coat where she had dropped it. It was glowing again.A ribbon of silver light lifted from the pendant, floated across the square, and wrapped around my wrists. The soldiers holding me let go all at once, like I had burned them.I fell forward onto my knees. My hands were shining. I did not understand it. But my body did. I crawled across the dirt as f

For a long time, nobody spoke.The torch crackled in Garrick's hand. The red letters on the wall shone wet and dark. I tried to tell myself it was paint, but I could smell it. Real blood. Still fresh."Four guards," Kael said at last. His voice was very quiet, which was worse than shouting. "Four guards stood outside this cell. Tell me what they saw."The guards looked like they wanted the floor to swallow them. The oldest one cleared his throat."Nothing, my king. We swear it on our lives. Nobody came down the stairs. We heard no sound. When Garrick came for the shift change, the door was open, and the prisoner was gone.""Did the lock break?""No, my king.""Did anyone have a key?""Only you, my king. And Lord Vance, who holds the spare."Garrick and Kael looked at each other. Neither one said a word. But I saw a hard, sharp look pass between them."Lord Vance has been with me all night," Kael said slowly. "In the great hall, in front of fifty witnesses.""Yes, my king," Garrick sai