The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 65

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**

For what felt like an eternity, the world around me fell silent. The imposing figure of Troy’s massive white wolf stood resolutely between me and the pack, a formidable and unyielding barrier. His presence was a quiet promise, a lethal warning that no one would dare cross.

A wave of relief washed over me, the kind that settles deep in your bones. Troy was here, steadfast and unwavering, and I knew he would protect Scott at all costs. But then, a flicker of surprise ignited within me. All around us, the wolves who had been bristling with tension just moments before sank to their knees in a display of submission. Some pressed their hands against the earth, while others bowed their heads, exposing their throats in a gesture of pure reverence towards Troy’s wolf. It was a sight both awe-inspiring and humbling.

Troy’s wolf inched closer to Scott, lowering his massive head until his muzzle gently pressed against Scott’s shoulder. It was a tender, almost parental gesture that spoke volumes of the bond between them.

Suddenly, a woman burst into the clearing from the edge, her vibrant red hair cascading down her back in a tight braid. She had a sprinkling of freckles across her sharp cheekbones, and her gray eyes darted anxiously between Troy’s wolf, me, and Scott. Raising her hands in a gesture of peace, she halted at a cautious distance. “I mean well,” she said, her gaze flicking nervously to my silver weapons. “I am only here to get him to the hospital. I’m Millie… Troy’s mate.”

The word “mate” resonated in my ears, a term I had encountered in Troy’s books but never truly comprehended until now. Hearing her say it felt surreal, igniting a warmth within me. It was clear that she and Troy were destined for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that was both beautiful and profound. Wow!

Millie kept her hands visible, a silent plea for trust. “We can’t delay. He looks drugged. We need to move him now.” Her urgency was palpable, and I felt a surge of determination.

Nodding, I stepped aside just enough to allow her to approach. Millie glanced at Troy’s wolf, who lowered himself to the ground, a silent signal of his readiness. Two more wolves crept in, their movements fluid and silent. Together, they carefully lifted Scott under his arms, assisting him onto Troy’s back with a gentleness that belied their size. He sagged forward, a dead weight, but somehow managed to hold on.

Millie turned her attention to me, her voice firm. “You sit behind him,” she instructed, already reaching to secure Scott’s arm across the wolf’s neck. “Wrap your arms around him and keep him steady.”

“I—” My voice faltered, a dry whisper escaping my lips. The thought of sitting on a wolf was foreign to me, sending a wave of anxiety through my stomach. “All right.”

Taking a deep breath, I climbed up slowly, finding a place behind Scott. I swung one leg over and then the other, my thighs bracing against Troy’s sides. The silver-edged belt I wore clinked softly against my wrist, grazing Troy’s fur. He flinched, a quick, involuntary shudder that startled me.

Millie’s mouth tightened with concern. “Abandon the silver, please,” she urged. “You’ll hurt him if it touches him when he runs.”

I hesitated, torn. “I’ll drop the belt, but not the gun.”

Her eyes flicked to the holster at my hip, then back to my face. Though she clearly disapproved, she nodded curtly. “Fine, but keep the muzzle down.”

“Just one more thing,” I said, glancing toward the spot where Tasha had been moments ago. Panic surged through me as I realized she was nowhere to be seen. “Please nab Tasha.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll launch a manhunt,” Millie assured me. “But we don’t have time to split focus right now. Saving him is our priority. Hold him tight.” With that, she stepped back, allowing Troy’s wolf to surge to his feet in one fluid motion that nearly unseated me.

Instinct kicked in; I folded myself over Scott’s back, wrapping my arms around his chest, pulling him close. And then, with a powerful leap, Troy took off into the night.

I had braced myself for the sensation of slipping off immediately, but to my surprise, I found my balance. As we raced through the forest, I kept Scott close, aligning my body with his, pressing him against the soft white fur. Each time Troy adjusted to dodge a root or avoid a rut, my hands tightened around Scott, and my thighs gripped harder against Troy’s sides. It should have been terrifying, yet I felt an exhilarating rush instead, a wild thrill that coursed through me.

In what felt like mere moments, yet also an eternity, we arrived at the hospital. Blinding lights illuminated the entrance, doors swinging open before we had even come to a complete stop. Nurses and doctors were already waiting, their expressions a mix of urgency and professionalism. Everything unfolded in a blur. Scott was lifted from Troy’s back and placed onto a gurney, and a nurse immediately began taking his vitals. I kept pace beside the gurney, my hand still resting protectively on Scott until we reached the emergency door.

“You can’t come beyond this point,” a nurse said, her eyes flicking nervously to my gun before she closed the door firmly.

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