Chapter 81:Mira's POV)
I signed as we sadly retreat, we have not gone so far from Alaric before I heard a loud monstrous growl,I crease my brow in distress knowing fully well that we have successful angered the Lycan King. So we did one thing.
We ran.
The moment Alaric's forces moved, Lorenzo pulled me back, his grip tight around my wrist as we tore through the stronghold's outer corridors. The stone walls blurred past me, torches flickering in the dimness. Behind us, the clash of claws and steel echoed—Caelyn was still fighting.
"We have to help him!" I gasped, trying to turn back, but Lorenzo's grip tightened.
"We can't win here." His voice was edged with frustration, but beneath it, I heard something else—fear. Not for himself, but for me.
Caelyn slammed into the ground beside us, blood smeared across his face. "They're closing in," he growled. "We need to move—now."