"What—" I started, my voice shaky, but he wasn't looking at me. His focus was on the white werewolf, now snarling and pacing just beyond the invisible barrier he was holding up.
The werewolf lunged at the barrier, its massive body slamming against it with enough force to make the ground tremble. But the barrier held, shimmering faintly with every hit.
The Lycan King didn't flinch.
I, on the other hand, was very much flinching. "What is that, your majesty?" I asked, my voice high and panicked.
"A nuisance," he said, his tone infuriatingly calm.
The werewolf snarled again, throwing itself at the barrier, and I couldn't help but press closer to him. His arm tightened around me, holding me firmly against him, and despite the terror of the situation, I felt... safe.
I glanced up at him, and that's when I saw it. The smirk.
He was smirking.
