Chapter 87: Chapter 87

Lucius

I was beginning to worry about the situation as a whole, believing that Alpha Thorne was aware of our intentions. I was aware that if he had been aware of our plans, it would be difficult for me to pull through. I was aware that it would not be a simple task. I was aware that it would be challenging for me to find out if he was aware of any of this. I was beginning to feel as though my eyes were boring holes in the wooden carriage. I quickly became lost in my own thoughts, frowning, unsure of what to say or do.

With a scream and a little scared expression on her face, Freya said, "We are under attack," into my ears. She made a great effort to conceal her feelings, but before she realized it, they were everywhere.

"We can do this," I whispered to her, trying to be brave and keep my real feelings hidden.

The whole event worried me, and now that she knows that I'm not happy about it, I don't want her to feel the same way. I didn't want her to hate me, even though I knew she might. I was going to make sure that nothing negative happened and do things the way I wanted to. I knew not to frighten Freya any more. I was aware that everything would either go according to plan or not at all. I was aware that there was no guarantee I would be able to lead a typical life like everyone else.

I was aware that everything pertaining to me might trap me. I understood that by attempting to kill me, the chairman of the werewolf council must have been hiding something from others. I was certain that whatever he was holding would be harmful. I was aware that I wouldn't be able to complete everything quickly.

I whispered to her, "We need to act according to the plan," and she moved in to kiss me while giving me a sorrowful nod. I planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Our tongues compete with one another for supremacy, unconcerned with the situation at hand. I knew it couldn't be possible, but it felt like we were the only people in the world and that everything had stopped. I knew that the chairman of the werewolf council would come for me and that there was no way out of all of this. Since he was aware of my lycan's talents, I knew that he would have greater intentions for me and that it would be difficult for him to accomplish all of this.

We only broke the kiss when we realized the rogues were getting close. We were lost in the kiss. I sensed that our chariot had been surrounded, and the warriors operating the chariot had been slaughtered. I got up and opened my chariot to reveal a large number of rogues. I was aware that there were plenty of rogues and that Freya might suffer harm. Though I knew there was nothing I could do about it, I didn't intend to hurt her. I was aware that we would have to force things through.

"Charge!!" Among the innumerable outlaws in front of us, I heard a man say:. I was aware that in order to be in charge of them, the individual had to be their leader.

They all charged at us, and we tried to repel them as quickly as possible. I was aware that we would not be able to defeat them without difficulty. I was aware that there would be too many rogues for us to defeat in battle. I was aware that the leader of the council had desired this. I was aware of his desire for Freya to be unable to save me.

Before I knew it, Freya was bleeding, and we were both seriously hurt. I felt a fresh wave of strength and wanted to let go, but I knew better than to allow it to happen. I understood that in order for the leader of the werewolf council to accept that this was all true, I would need to remain where I am right now. I knew that if I used my lycan's strength to defend myself, he would think something wasn't quite right. I was certain that he would discover my long-standing concealment. I was aware that if he discovered it, things could get worse.

"Go, Freya. You can always return for me; I won't want you to get hurt. I whispered, "You don't have to worry," as I fixed her with beseeching eyes.

I was positive that everything was exactly as I had always committed to memory. Before I get caught, I always know exactly what I'm going to say by heart, but this time, it seems a little different. I know now why I will never be able to witness her suffering. I was aware that I wouldn't be able to observe the moment mentally. I was aware that if something were to happen to her, I would be the one to blame, and now that she is seriously hurt, it is all my fault. She made an effort to assist, but it hurt. Even though I was aware that all of this might be a lie, I'm still going to share my feelings.

Her expression was sorrowful, and it appeared as though tears would soon fall. "I can't leave you here alone; you have no idea what you mean to me," she continued.

I heard them tauntingly exclaim, "We can't believe the almighty person who had been trying hard to get our attention is now in our grasp," and I wanted to show them that everything was well with me, but I knew that would just make things worse for our plans. I understood that this was too much for us to handle. I was aware that it would be challenging for us to obtain proof and a concrete justification. I was aware that, as the leader of the council, he could simply buy his way out of any situation and cause me harm in addition to punishment.