ABRAHAM — The Lycan King
Kane gave me a long look, his eyes dragging over me from head to toe, then sighed and shook his head before turning to follow Abraham.
I didn’t have much of a choice. My feet moved on their own, trailing behind them into the castle.
"Argh," Abraham groaned suddenly, his voice strained as he stopped in his tracks. He bent forward, gripping his head like the pain was crawling under his skin.
"King, let’s get you to your room," Kane said, stepping to his side.
I followed quietly, heart pounding. Something felt off.
Inside the room, Kane dropped his bag to the floor, crouched beside it, and pulled out a knife. My breath caught.
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