Enslaved Princess of the Lycan King
And as I howled into the night, my voice mingling with the symphony of torment, I yearned for a respite, a moment of peace from the relentless voices that clawed at my very existence.
My howls of torment echoed through the forest, pleading for an escape from the voices that tormented me. I watched as Steven's eyes filled with despair, realizing the futility of his efforts to calm my tortured mind. In that moment, his gaze met mine, and we both knew that he alone couldn't ease the storm raging within me.
Steven's features hardened with determination, and without a word, he turned and sprinted back towards the clearing where our guards and soldiers awaited our return.
Bab Populer