Bound to the lycan king

Chapter four: into the Lycan Realm

CHAPTER FOUR

Into the Lycan Realm

The forest was alive in a way I had never felt before. Not alive in the gentle, comforting sense, but alive with something dark, something waiting. My wrists were chained with cold, enchanted iron that hummed faintly against my skin—meant to suppress the bond—but it did little.

The Lycans walked silently around me, their armor clinking softly, yet each step made the ground tremble. Their eyes were gold, their faces sharp and unforgiving. I kept my gaze down, swallowing the lump in my throat.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to vanish.

But the forest itself seemed to push me forward. The path narrowed until we came to a cliffside overlooking a valley cloaked in shadow. Below, a massive fortress loomed. Towers scraped the clouds, and walls shimmered faintly under the moonlight—built from stone, iron, and a magic older than time.

“This is where the King dwells,” the lead Lycan said. His voice was low, almost fearful. “None enter freely. None leave freely.”

I swallowed hard. My chest ached, the bond flaring weakly in warning—or was it excitement? My wolf whined softly in my mind, as though sensing the storm ahead.

They pushed me forward. Every step made my knees tremble, every breath feel stolen. Somewhere inside, I knew: my life as I had known it was over.

And yet… a part of me shivered at the thought of what awaited me. Something primal stirred at the edges of my fear.