Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: 126-The Moon Goddess Has Lost Her Mind

Helanie:

A beast-like creature that Jenny called a lycan not only existed but was now standing before us.

When living in packs, we only heard stories about such crazy creatures and monsters but never really believed in them.

We were taught about the monsters that were slain by brave pack members. But what existed beyond the borders was always dismissed as a myth.

That’s why standing before this huge beast felt like a nightmare. What made it worse was that my friend was at the receiving end of the beast’s claws.

Lucy was on the ground, her eyes fixed on the massive creature before her. She was so paralyzed with fear that I don’t think she realized she could transition—either to fight back or run away.

"We need to do something," I whispered, unable to move a muscle, fearing that any movement might reveal us.

"I can’t transition," Jenny whispered back, squeezing my hand. I didn’t understand why until I noticed how cold her hand had become.

It was the lycan effect.

I had read about it before. Slowly, the myths about lycans came back to me—and none of it was good. A cursed wolf filled with so much rage that it would devour werewolves to quench its anger and thirst.

"Go get Lucy and make it to the hostel," I said, pushing Jenny away in a split second as I resolved to save Lucy.

If I could.

At least, I could buy them a few minutes to get a head start.

"HEY! Over here, asshole!" I shouted, raising both arms in the air and waving them. Jenny turned her head toward me, her face twisted in horror.

The lycan’s snarl grew louder. Saliva dripped from its exposed canines as it turned its attention toward me, its new target.

"What are you doing?" Jenny yelled, but I had already turned around and started running.

"Just take Lucy and go!" I screamed, sprinting as fast as I could. Behind me, I could hear the heavy thud of footsteps.

Once the lycan effect wore off and we were in its presence for more than a few moments, the world around us became clear again. I heard the snapping of twigs and the sound of its breathing growing louder. It was much closer now.

Before I knew it, claws wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off the ground.

In that moment, something caught my attention. My thoughts went straight to my stomach—and my baby. It was an immediate instinct, a flash of fear for my child’s life.

If he applied any more pressure, I would not only bleed, but I could lose my baby.

I had never thought like that before. Up until this moment, I had only hated this child and resented the fact that I was carrying it. I never thought of it as mine. But right now, fear gripped me so strongly that it was undeniable. As my legs dangled in the air for a few seconds, panic surged through me. Then, I felt solid ground beneath my feet again.

I wasn’t thrown away but freed—something had attacked the lycan.

I crawled away quickly, hearing the wild howls and grunts behind me. Then I turned, still on the ground, to see a werewolf—half the size of the beast—fighting it.

I scrambled backward, trying to crawl away, but it was moving faster than before. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}