The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 93

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

**Chapter 93**

**Bella**

The clock had long passed midnight, and yet the embrace of sleep eluded me like a fleeting whisper. I found myself pacing restlessly within the confines of my bedroom, my hands twisted together in anxious knots. Each minute that ticked by only served to tighten the coil of panic in my stomach. The silence of the cottage was deafening, amplifying every creak and sigh of the wood around me. Outside, shadows danced ominously, each one a reminder that he could be lurking nearby. The slightest rustle of leaves sent my heart racing, a frantic drumbeat of fear that he was close.

I felt an overwhelming urge to find Scott. No, it was more than an urge; it was a desperate need that clawed at my insides. But the forest loomed vast and dark, a labyrinth of trees where I had no idea which path he might have taken. All I knew was that he was out there, somewhere, alone and suffering, battling not just the wilderness but his own demons.

The thought of him in pain was unbearable. Restlessness consumed me, and I drifted down the hallway toward the children’s room, seeking a sliver of comfort. A warm, inviting light glimmered from within, beckoning me closer. When I nudged the door open with a soft creak, I was met with a sight that took my breath away. Nancy sat serenely next to the twins’ bed, a pair of knitting needles floating gracefully in mid-air, deftly weaving together tiny socks from a vibrant red yarn. She appeared utterly absorbed in a thick book, her calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the storm brewing inside me. The needles clicked in a soothing rhythm, perfectly in sync with her measured breaths.

I stood there, wide-eyed and mesmerized. I had witnessed Nancy’s magic on numerous occasions, but never like this. It was both strange and awe-inspiring, a delicate ballet of craft and enchantment.

As if sensing my gaze, Nancy looked up, her eyes meeting mine with a gentle smile. With a graceful flick of her wrist, the needles halted their dance, descending neatly onto the table as the half-finished socks folded themselves into a nearby basket.

“Wow,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Closing her book with a soft thud, Nancy rose and stepped quietly into the hallway with me. After shutting the door behind her, she placed her warm hand on my arm, her touch grounding me. “Why aren’t you sleeping, Bella?” she inquired softly, her voice laced with concern.

The moment her words reached me, the image of Scott flooded back into my mind. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face into her shoulder as tears streamed down my cheeks once more. She held me close, her embrace a comforting refuge. “I want to see Scott,” I murmured, my voice cracking with emotion. “I need to see him. But Troy said he’s somewhere in the forest… in his beast form, and I don’t know what to do.”

Nancy’s hand began to stroke my back, her touch tender and reassuring. “Come,” she whispered, leading me toward the living room. We settled onto the couch together, and she moved to the side table, pouring a glass of water and offering it to me. I drank gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my throat, while she sat beside me, worry etched clearly on her features.

“I can help you find him,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper. “But Bella… Scott’s Lycan is immensely powerful. Right now, he is in a frenzy. If I bind him with magic, I cannot predict the consequences. His beast may resist violently against the spell, and I fear for your safety if you attempt to approach him in this state.”

I stared at her, disbelief washing over me. How could I have overlooked her? She was the witch queen, a beacon of hope in my darkest hour. “Really? You can help? How can you use your magic?” I asked, urgency lacing my words. “If there’s even a chance it can guide me to him, please tell me.”

Nancy bit her lower lip, a sign of her internal struggle. “I have ways,” she confessed, “but I cannot permit you to use them. It’s too risky. Not while his beast is in this state.”

“Nancy, please,” I pleaded, fresh tears welling in my eyes. “I have to bring him back. I need to talk to him. I need him to know I wasn’t afraid of him. If he thinks I rejected him…” My voice faltered as I sank to my knees before her, desperation flooding my heart. “Please help me. I’ll do anything.”

Looking down at me, Nancy’s expression was torn, a mix of compassion and concern. For a moment, she closed her eyes, weighing the gravity of the situation, the consequences that I could hardly fathom. Then, with a soft sigh, she helped me back onto the couch.

“All right,” she whispered, her tone resolute. “If this is truly what your heart desires, I will assist you. But you must understand, this is dangerous. I care for your twins deeply, and I cannot bear to lose either you or Scott.”

Relief washed over me like a tidal wave, and I felt fresh tears spill down my cheeks. “I promise I’ll be careful!”

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