All Chapters of Bending to the Lycan's Warth: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EdwinaI struggled against Damien's grip, taking advantage of the distraction caused by his brutal assault on Benita. With every ounce of strength, I managed to break free from his clutches. My heart raced, fuelled by a combination of fear and determination.Ignoring the pain in my neck from his earlier choking, I sprinted towards Benita, who lay on the ground, blood staining her face."Benita!" I called out, my voice a mix of concern and desperation. As I reached her side, I knelt, cradling her in my arms.The metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils, and my hands trembled as I assessed the extent of her injuries. Her face was a mask of pain, and I felt a surge of guilt and helplessness.Damien, seemingly amused by the unfolding drama, watched with a sinister grin. I glared at him, anger bubbling within me. This wasn't a game anymore; it was a fight for survival. My mind raced, considering our options and the grim reality of our predicament.I cradled Benita in my arms, her body tr

EdwardI wanted to order my men to first break the circle the witches made with dark powder but that might wake them up. If these people were truly witches, they could cause us maximum damage so we need to find a way to neutralize them but since they are in a trance and they have no idea that we are here, I’d like to keep it that way.I drove a sword into the heart of the first one I stood close to and he bled and died right there.I ordered my men to do the same to the rest of them quietly and they did, leaving the old head witch behind.She seemed important and powerful but at the same time, she seemed old and weak.I have heard stories of an old witch whom Damien sees as his mother since his biological mother died. Serena or something like that….With caution in every move, my men and I approached the head witch lying in the center of the intricate circle. The thought lingered in my mind – what if she held the key to Damien's supernatural prowess? Witches were known for their formi

EdwardI didn't understand what Edwina was saying about a wedding ceremony and I just know that no one can ever be so stupid to try that.I’m sure it is all a silly misunderstanding. It is probably just some grand ceremony of someone who didn't think to ask for permission before turning the palace upside down.In the middle of the accusations Edwina was hurling at me, I found Rebeca coming into the palace with some maids and guards. They had a lot of languages with them…I wonder what they went to get."Lady Rebeca!" I called out, my voice cutting through the din, causing a momentary pause in the bustling activity.!" I called firmly as she entered the palace with maids and guards, carrying what seemed to be a variety of languages and bags. My voice cut through the tense atmosphere, drawing her attention.Rebeca turned towards me, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Yes?" she responded, approaching with measured steps."What's going on?" I asked, gesturing towards the commot

Edward Edwina's words cut through the air like sharp blades, and I stood there, dumbfounded by the unexpected verbal assault. The weight of her accusations pressed heavily on me. Was this truly how she perceived me? What had I done to warrant such a harsh judgment? As her accusations resounded in my mind, I couldn't help but wonder about the nature of her expectations. She had made a pact with Damien, a pact that bound her to the devil himself. What had she anticipated from such a risky bargain? Despite the bitterness in her words, I couldn't imagine leaving her alone in the middle of nowhere... Despite the pain her accusations caused, a sense of duty and responsibility overrode any personal hurt. I struggled with conflicting emotions, torn between the sting of her words and the unwavering commitment to ensuring her safety. "Edwina!" I called out desperately, my feet pounding against the ground as I chased after her. The ache in my chest echoed as my heart beat so fast.

Edward I have never been this afraid of anything in my life. I cannot lose the love of my life. My parents are dead and right now, she is the bane of my existence even though she did me wrong. I’d rather have her as a living enemy whom I would detest with every living breath that I take than not have her at all And death is not an option. The journey to find a healer felt like an eternity, with every passing moment increasing my fear of losing Edwina. The chariot finally came to a halt near a modest home, the abode of the village healer. A sense of urgency gripped me as I rushed to seek assistance, my only consolation being the hope that this healer possessed the knowledge and skills to mend the wounds that threatened to tear my world apart. The healer's home was unassuming, surrounded by the tranquility of the village. With a heavy heart, I carried Edwina out of the chariot, desperately seeking a remedy to the hazardous situation, an old man accompanied by two young ladi