Mated To My Lycan Prince
Lycan had a keen sense of smell, and my men followed the scent until I heard the sound of hooves in front of me.
The group was on horseback, cloaked in a black hood, their horses galloping, the leader carrying a sack on his back.
"Stop!" I shouted, and their running became distinctly frantic. My whip kept making a loud noise. How are these werewolves gonna beat Lycan? My fighters were closing in on them, howling and howling.
"You won't get away! Give it up, you trash!" My voice floated in the air, and the leader finally couldn't help but turn around, and I realized that they were wearing an entire white mask with their faces covered, leaving only three small holes in their eyes and nostrils.
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