My Lycan Prince
If I did, they would catch us.
“Keep moving!” I shouted, turning to glance at him. His face was pale, covered in sweat, his eyes wide with fear. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Kings weren’t supposed to look like this. But he was not a god, after all. And people broke under pressure.
“John, I—” His words were cut off by a violent cough. I could tell he was struggling, but there was no time for sympathy. We had to get out. Fast.