The Lycan King's Healer
The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 75

I froze.

My hand gripped the door, and I was contemplating if I should run back inside the house and slam the door. The vampire would be on. me before I could even get it all the way closed.

I noticed it was morning, but the sun was not out. Shit.

“Hello there,” the vampire drawled, b***d seeping from his lips and glowing in his eyes. I stumbled back, my breath shortening. “I wouldn’t try to run if I were you.”

I gulped, trying to figure out how to morph into my wolf form before the vampire could kill me.

“I’m not as weak as you think I am,” I threatened, willing my hands to stop trembling.

“I admire the delusion,” he chuckled, “you have no one to protect you now when you fail to make even a mark on me, little girl.”

I looked around the empty field desperately.

All the guards were in the emergency battle or dead. He was right that no one was here to protect me now.

But that meant there was no one left to protect the estate, either. I straightened up before taking a step toward him.

No one left but me.

“I admire your delusion,” I mocked, casting him a deadly glare. “If you even lay a dead pale finger. on me, I am the general’s wife. You will be dead the moment he returns. But I have a feeling you will be dead before then, anyway.”

“And why is that?” the creature scowled.

“Because I will kill you before he gets the chance.

He barked out an ugly laugh, clearly amused with my confidence. The vampire seemed young, like he had never seen this sort of defiance before from an inferior.

“I can kill you before you even transform,” he scoffed, beginning to slink over to me. He stepped over the dead bodies like they were just merely in the way.

I stiffened. “I don’t need to transform to kill yоц.”

“Alright, sure,” he teased, “Ill even count how many seconds it takes to kill you. If it’s longer than usual, I’ll be officially impressed.”

“Why does everyone think I’m so weak?” I narrowed my eyes at him, anger starting to brew in my fingertips and boil underneath my skin.

“Because you are weak,” he said as he came close enough for me to smell the b***d on him. “I will tear through you like tissue paper.”

The anger exploded. I thought my claws and fangs would simply slide out in automatic defensiveness, but my entire body flung into the air, violently morphing into my wolf. A growl ripped through my throat, and while I was lunging through the air, I landed on the vampire with my claws.

The outburst of anger surprised the vampire.

He fell to the ground hard as a rock, crashing into the snow. He quickly recovered, but I reveled in the small victory, my heart racing. The vampire flung back up and threw me across the field of bodies, causing me to smack against the back door and fall to the ground.

I jumped right back up before charging at him.

He snarled another laugh before jumping right over me, causing me to have to turn around. I twisted to face him and thrust my claws at him, swiping him in the neck with a roar. This enraged him, meaning it must have caused him some pain.

A good sign. Roaring back at me, he proceeded to grab my arm as I was retracting it from him.

And snapped it in half.

I whimpered loudly, trying to pull it back from his iron grasp. He laughed, reaching for my other arm to most likely shatter. But he had other plans.

I saw his fangs retract, and panic burned hotter than the pain in my arm. While his head was cocked down, going in to bite at my arm, I suddenly had the idea to chomp down on his neck.

The vampire cried out, his neck in my mouth. I pressed my teeth down harder and harder until his

cries were being stifled by his larynx being crushed. Just in case, as I went in for the killing bite, I thrust my claws into his chest with my unbroken arm and impaled him.

His dead body fell to the ground, limp and defeated.

I sat there, a wolf with b***d on her teeth, for just a moment. After staring at the dead body, I morphed back into my human form, gasping.

There was b***d in my hair and my nails, and I tasted his b***d on my tongue, but I didn’t care.

I won. Which meant I wasn’t too weak;everyone was wrong about me. The joy almost made me jump up and start dancing in triumph.

But after a moment of admiring his dead body, I realized my arm was broken in half. The pain was nearly overwhelming, and I knew I would have to resort to my cabinet of healing ingredients.

The victory was something I could’ve sat and celebrated for hours, but I looked over at the empty seeming estate and realized there was no one else protecting it but me. I had more duties to tend to. I got up and ran across the field to the door covered in vampire b***d, grinning in momentary victory.

I hurried inside and by the time I was in the foyer, the staff and servants were present. They all looked at me with pale expressions-they obviously had heard the ruckus and came out to observe.

“Everyone,” I announced, thinking about how crazy I must have looked. “The vampires attacked during the night while everyone was asleep. They killed all our guards.”

They gasped, some cries ringing out.

“There’s no need to panic,” I promised, catching my breath, “I killed the specific vampire that did it. I will protect everyone until Aldrich returns.”

“What do we do?” a servant asked with a desperate edged tone.

“Let us all round up in the panic room. It’s downstairs near the medical corridor,” I said loudly, gesturing over to the grand stairwell. “Go now. I will meet you all there in a moment.”

As everyone rounded up and descended down the stairs, I separated by ascending them. I had to get back to Theo and Danika to let them know the estate was not safe.

There were a couple stray maids running past me to get downstairs, most people in a panic again. I weaved through the throng of staff and made my way down to Theo’s room, hurrying in as I held my broken arm to my side. Maybe I should have healed first before coming in to see Theo, but I was too anxious to get to him.

Danika and Theo stood by the window. The b***d in my cheeks drained, stomach dropping.

Did they see everything? Would Theo be further traumatized?

Theo looked up at me, a grin starting to spread across his beaming face.

“Mommy,” he gushed, “you saved us. You’re a hero!”