King Silas pov
My eyes snaps opened when I hear something moving, I look up and see Jon and Ryker walking into the tent. Knowing I've only slept for a couple of hours, I move Lyanna's small body off my chest, I listen to her steady heartbeat. Her face frowning when I remove myself from her but she still gripped onto my neck, I had to pull away.
"Fuck." Jon mutters when he sees her, I knew why. Bite marks were all over her milky skin and bruised on her waist and stomach. Unlike me, she wouldn't heal quickly she didn't have shifter blood. "I know," I say putting on my robe.
"What happened?" They both asked staring at her naked body. "I gave her what she needed, I had to feed on her multiple times to keep my strength." I sigh
"You fed on her?" Ryker asked alarmed, I knew it was forbidden to feed on other beings. "What I saw last night wasn't normal, what is she?"
"What you saw with your eyes can't never be spoken of, no one expects us can know. People will want answers and we don't have it yet" Jon warns him, I trusted Ryker as much as I trust Jon.
"I won't tell a soul," he nods looking at me. My eyes snap back to Lyanna's body when I hear her heartbeat quicken. She feels around her, as is searching for me. Ryker and Jon watch her carefully, wondering if she would try to attack them again. She whimpers, her eyes still close. Hurrying to her quickly, tugging her against my chest and she calms down immediately. I carry her to the chair taking a seat, Jon throws a fur cover at me. Feeling on her back for the scar formed by the wings, knowing they were sore.
"We need to get back to the capital quickly," I tell them, the next time she transforms we can't be around this many people. At least there we could lock her in a room in the castle.
"We have a fortnight at least. before we get there," Jon says.
"Not if we go through the bloody forest," Ryker adds "that will cut out some days."
"That's too dangerous, we can't risk it. You know what lives in there." Jon warns us
"I can't put Lyanna's life in danger," I tell them, going through the bloody forest would do that. "Let's just hope she doesn't shift again, I might not be enough this time." I look down at her beautiful face, I caress her cheek softly. Sniffing her hair, now satisfied with her new scent. She was now mine and everyone will now know it. Unlike full-blooded shifters, Lycans don't have a chosen mate. Over the years I've been alive I chose women to be with, but it's never been this fierce or consuming ever. I feel Jon's eyeing me, ignoring his stare I place a long kiss on her head.
"Get me some food and water for her, she will need to regain her strength." I tell Ryker, "make sure the men are ready, will leave just before noon. I want her to sleep some more,"
"I hope you know what you are doing boy," Jon speaks when Ryker leaves.
"We should have killed this girl the minute we found out what she was. Or have you forgotten the moon goddess warnings? She might be the end of us, the end of you. I say we kill her now and be done with it."
"Careful Jon, I respect you but talk about killing her again and I will snap your neck," I growl, my Lycan wanting to do it already.
"Are you stupid boy? You saw what she turned into last night, she is almost as powerful as you. What happens when she realises that? She has the blood of the first witches, the ones who made you. The only ones that can end your life. What if she can kill you because she shares their blood." I close my eyes, ignoring him and focusing on her heartbeat. He was talking about the same girl that begged me not to kill the bastard that attacked her and wanted her dead (I ripped his head off). She's might share the same blood as the first witches but she's nothing like them. They were bloodthirsty monsters.
"I'm not afraid of death. I died hundreds of years ago."
"I hope you don't live to regret letting her life." He nods knowing he couldn't change my mind.
A small moan leaves Lyanna, her eyes open as she sits up from my chest. Staring down at her, waiting for her to say something. But all she did was pull my head down to her lips not protesting I kiss her back. Her arms wraps around my neck, I knew she wanted more. "Lyanna, your sore. No more." Every part of her body must hurt.
"Please, I need you." She rubs herself on my dick.
"Maybe it best if you rest," Jon speaks making her snarl. "He's right, you need to rest." She melts into my touch. "Your just hungry now, I've sent for food. I will help bathe you and feed you."
"Alright." She mumbles weakly.