All Chapters of The Lycan King's Assassin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hello My Lovely Readers. As most of you I am a mother first and an author second. Today's update was late due to a family emergency. The emergency is one in which it will impeed my ability to update regularly for a few days. I am unsure of how long my writing will be effected. I do hope that the emergency will be resolved somewhat timely. I will do my best to try and work out an update schedule that allows me to both care for my family and provide you with the chapters that you all patiently wait for. Thank you all for being amazing readers and fans and being patient while my family navigates this chapter in our lives. Solange Daye

Willow POV The smell of Chow fills the air as the building burns behind me. I cover my mouth and run from the building as fast as possible, but my legs are weak. Blood runs down my shoulder from the bullet wound. My hands are covered in blood, and I don't know if it belongs to me or someone else. This isn't the first time my blood has been mixed with others. But this is the first time I have been so wounded that I feel lightheaded. Or maybe it is the smell of the Chow burning in the air that is making me lightheaded. As I run up the hill away from the burning office, I trip over a branch and hit the ground hard. My hands claw against the ground as I try to pull myself back upright. My gloves tear against the roots and the rocks sticking out of the earth. My shoulder and arm go limp as I reach the top of the hill. Rolling over onto my back, I look up at the stars. I try to lift my arm, but I am unable to move it. I lay on the ground, waiting for someone to find and kill

Willow POV I am not surprised to see that Celeste has run. I knew she wouldn’t hang around after what I saw in her mind. I don’t understand why she hasn’t told Osiris about what she has seen. But there is one thing I know for sure: we cannot stay here any longer. It won’t be long until Faris realizes his little mission to kill me failed. If I know him as well as I think I do, he is already on his way to my cottage. “We have to go,” I tell Osiris as I hurry to my bedroom. Quickly, I pull on some comfortable sweats and a spare pair of gloves. The pain in my shoulder is unbearable, but there is no time to lose. I slip my blood-covered combat boots onto my feet and head for the front door. But Osiris doesn’t follow me. I peek my head back into the front door and look at him as if he has lost his mind. “What part of we have to go, did you not understand?” “You need to rest,” Osiris frowns. “I will rest when I am dead,” I spit at him. “And if we don’t leave soon, that cou

Osiris POV I pull up outside of my mother's house and take a deep breath. While my mother may be kind and gentle, she wasn't always this way. She is doing her best to make up for her past actions, but it doesn't take away the trauma that I endured as a child. Now that Willow has brought up the last memory I have of my father, bits and pieces of that night keep flashing through my mind. I remember running to my father. I was excited to see him. But there was something different eyes that night. It could have been embarrassment or maybe shame, but it still didn't stop him from doing what he did. He turned his back on his mate and only son for some alliance. I vowed that if I ever found my fated mate, I would treat her with all the love and respect that the Moon Goddess expected from us. Now that I have Willow, I plan on protecting her from all of the evils of this world, even if it means protecting her from herself. After we visit my mother, a visit to Petra will be in ord

Willow POV I move through time and space so quickly that I fall back on the ground. My air is knocked from my lungs, and I lay back on the ground, trying to breathe. With my eyes closed, I breathe in and out deeply. The smell of smoke fills my lungs, and panic fills my senses. All I was looking for was some reassurance that everything would be okay. But it doesn't appear that I am going to get it. This isn't going to be a happy memory or vision. Sitting on the hard ground, I look around and gasp at the sight before me. I am in the middle of the rogue colony’s town square. Every building that surrounds the town square is ablaze. Getting to my feet, I spin around in the vision. There is no clue if this is a memory or a glimpse into the future. People are running from the buildings as the fire spreads from one to the other. Screams and sirens fill the air. Children are huddled together, crying while their parents run into the burning buildings, trying to save what the