The Lycan King’s Mark (Nevara) by Tiffanie L. Campbell novel Chapter 12

<CHAPTER 12–THE EDGE OF THE BOND

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omeone.

The rogues faltered behind me.

Too late.

He came from the dark like a myth–massive, upright, and silent.

He wasn’t a wolf. Wasn’t a man.

He was in–between.

Seven feet of raw muscle and fluid motion.

Black claws. Long silver–streaked fur across his shoulders and chest.

Digitigrade legs that coiled and released like a panther about to strike.

Eyes that glowed with a burnished gold too deep to be natural.

No words. No roar.

Just motion.

He launched into the first rogue with no hesitation.

No wasted energy.

CHAPTER 11–BREAK THE SILENCE

Then his hand reached toward me-

not to touch. Not to grab.

To offer

Open palm.

Steady.

My voice barely worked. “Who… are you?”

He didn’t answer.

Just stepped closer. Close enough I could smell rain and smoke and power. I feel like I knowhe

And when he spoke-

His voice was rough silk over stone.

“You’re safe now.”

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The words hit like a rock to the gut. And just like that, everything that had been buried clawed its way to the surface.

“I’m not your mate anymore,” I bit out. “Remember?”

Silence.

He didn’t deny it. He didn’t confirm it either. Just stood there, watching me with those unreadable gold eyes like he could see past skin and into memory.

“Right,” I muttered. “Well. This was all… very dramatic.” I turned, already walking. “Thanks for the assist. But I should get back to my cabin.”

“You shouldn’t go back there.”

I stopped.

“I’ve been watching those rogues,” he continued, stepping forward, voice clipped. “Since you arrived.

They’ve been circling–watching, planning. Waiting.”

I turned slowly. “You’re telling me you knew they were there?”

“I already took out one scout two nights ago. They were testing your perimeter.”

“And you didn’t think maybe a heads–up would’ve been nice?”

“I thought they’d back off after the first warning,” he said, voice hardening. “I was wrong. Now two of them

have fled–and I can promise you, they’ll come back. And next time, they won’t wait.”

I stared at him.

“You need to leave that cabin,” he said. “Now.”

“I’m not asking you to babysit me,” I said coldly. “If you need to get back to your territory, by all means.”

“You don’t understand,” he snapped. “I’m not leaving you out here to be attacked again. You’re coming with

me.”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You will come home with me.”

My brow shot up. “That sounds an awful lot like an order.”

He didn’t even flinch.

“Call it what you want. But you’ll either come willingly… or kicking and screaming. The choice is yours. But I’m not leaving you defenseless.”

I stared at him, every nerve stretched tight. My chest rose and fell too fast. My mouth was dry. My wolf shifted inside me, unsure if we were offended or impressed.

I sighed. “Fine. Fine. But I’m not walking through the forest half–naked like some damsel in a horror flick.