The Lycan King’s Mark (Nevara) by Tiffanie L. Campbell novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Blood and Bon

Chapter 79

Blood and Bond

Thoren

The forest burned.

Not with fire-with her.

That was the only way I could describe it. The closer Kael and I ran toward the stretch of road the couple had described, the more the world itself seemed to pulse. Every breath scraped against my lungs like they were full of electricity instead of air.

My Lycan felt her before my mind did.

She was there. Not far. Alive. And in pain.

surged forward, claws tearing into earth, muscles screaming as I pushed past what should have been my limit. Kael struggled to keep pace beside me, but he didn’t slow me-he knew better than to try.

Then it hit me.

A spike.

Not a sound. Not a smell.

A rupture in the bond.

My chest tightened like something had just been torn open.

And then-

A scream.

Nevara’s.

Not just fear. Not just pain. Violation.

My vision went red.

I broke into a sprint that wasn’t meant for this world-branches exploding beneath my shoulders, bark shredding under my claws. Every instinct screamed at me to move faster, to tear through whatever stood between us.

Kael shouted something behind me, but I didn’t hear it.

I only heard her. Again. The scream was closer now-ragged, desperate, cut off too quickly.

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The ground ahead showed signs of a struggle: snapped twigs, crushed leaves, blood smeared against bark. Her scent was everywhere, wild and panicked.

And his.

Tobias.

I followed it like it guided my feet.

The cabin came into view through the trees, light spilling from its windows. Too warm. Too

calm. Too wrong.

I didn’t slow.

The door didn’t stand a chance.

It exploded inward under my weight, wood splintering in every direction as I crashed through.

The scene inside burned itself into my mind in a single, endless heartbeat.

Nevara was on the bed. Bound. Helpless.

And Tobias was on her.

My world went silent. No thoughts. No plans. Just kill.

I was on him before he could turn.

I didn’t roar. I didn’t speak.

I tore him off her like a predator ripping prey from a trap, hurling him across the room with enough force to crack the wall behind him. He didn’t even have time to scream.

He staggered upright, blood already running from his mouth.

“Thoren-” he gasped.

I didn’t let him finish.

One strike caved in his chest.

Another crushed his throat.

My claws sank into him, ripping, breaking, ending,

There was no duel.

No exchange.

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No mercy.

Tobias died the way monsters should-fast, violent, and without ceremony.

He hit the floor in pieces, breath gone, eyes already empty.

Silence slammed back into the room.

My chest heaved as I turned toward the bed.

Nevara.

Her scent was wrong-fear and pain and something deeper, something that made my Lycan snarl low in my throat. I crossed the room in two steps and dropped to my knees beside her.

Her eyes were closed.

Her skin was too pale.

Her pulse-thank the gods-was still there.

“Nevara,” I whispered, my hands shaking as I reached for her face. “Nevara, I’m here.”

The bond pulsed weakly in my chest, faint and fading but real.

Alive.

I tore through the restraints, snapping rope like twine, freeing her wrists, her ankles, her body.

She didn’t stir.

Kael burst in behind me, taking one look at Tobias’s corpse and then at Nevara and going utterly still.

“Gods,” he breathed.

“She’s alive,” I said, my voice barely more than a growl. “Get the blanket. Now.”

Kael moved instantly.

I gathered her into my arms, careful despite the rage still boiling under my skin. Her head lolled against my shoulder, breath shallow but steady.

“You’re safe,” I murmured, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’m not letting you go again.”

Outside, the forest howled back at us.

Kael returned with the blanket and draped it over her body while I adjusted her in my arms.

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She didn’t stir. Not even a whimper.

“She needs a doctor,” Kael said, voice tight. “Now.”

“We’re not stopping,” I growled. “Not until we’re home.”

Kael shifted without another word.

I did the same, cradling her carefully against my Lycan chest as we took off through the trees like hellhounds were behind us. I wrapped her in the blanket, then in my arms, shielding her from the cold, the wind, everything.

I could feel the bond crackling-fractured, incomplete.

Forced.

And still… she clung to it. Somewhere deep inside, she hadn’t let go.

Neither would I.

It took just over an hour to reach the gates. I howled before we crossed the perimeter, signaling my approach. By the time we breached the palace woods, there was a small crowd waiting-guards, servants, medics on standby.

“Clear the way!” Kael roared as I shifted back, still holding her in my arms.

Someone tried to take her from me.

I bared my teeth.

“She stays with me.”

No one argued after that.

I carried her to her suite where all her personal belongings and comforts were. And it would be guarded like a vault.

The doctors swarmed in behind me, unrolling cords, attaching sensors, sliding IVs into place while I stood in the corner, watching every single one of them with a snarl I couldn’t

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