"Follow me."Lyros doesn't wait for me to assess the situation before he makes that command. He just says it and then turns to walk away.He's the tallest amongst us, dwarfing Rhys and Mr Fenrir by just a few inches, but he's imposing and he's the boss so I guess there's nothing anyone can do even if they were taller than him.Surprisingly, I'm not the only one who follows the Lycan king. Rhys does too, and so does Safira, and so does Fenrir, the brown-haired and golden-eyed man I feel relaxed around for some strange reason.He doesn't look at me, so I don't look at him either, but I'm aware of his presence. Lyros climbs a set of stairs and enters one of the cabins on the upper deck. We follow, Rhys first, then Safira and Fenrir, and lastly me.The room is a wide space, with sunlight casting a bright yellow hue to the wood and the scent of the sea breeze making it smell fresh, Lyros's scent is faint in here, but I'm sure if I went to the bed it'd be heavier. I heard he's been weak la
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