Chapter 11. Feral

I moved my attention to the feral wolf that was in front of me. But no, he was no ordinary wolf; he was a lycan. The Lycan King.

I stared at King Titus, who looked as deviously powerful as everyone described him to be.

He was so tall, and he was almost half turned: his fangs protruding out of his mouth, his veins so thick on his arms and hands, and his eyes were as blinding as the sun. I’ve never seen his wolf before, but I know from his appearance right now that he was huge and dark. Just like the horror stories they taught us as kids.

But that monster in that horror story wasn’t the monster in my eyes right now. It was my savior, my angel. The rescuer of my distressed situation.

The king turned to both men lying on the ground as they both groaned in pain. But as quick as a blink, the lycan king was already in front of them, loomi