Chapter 151: Throats, Part I
The battle horn tore through the air once more, a thunderous blast that reverberated across the land and shook the earth beneath their feet. This time, it was impossible to ignore—the unmistakable signal of the Beast Kingdom’s readiness to fight.
Rhaegar’s narrowed amber eyes swept across the battlefield, his gaze relentless as it scoured every corner for any trace of Lorelai.
She had vanished before his very eyes, her absence clawing at him with an unbearable ache. His heart thundered against his ribs, its frantic rhythm urging him to move, to act, to do something. Yet no matter how hard he looked, no matter how desperate his search, she was nowhere to be found.
Daro, however, was growing impatient.
His legs moved of their own accord, the distance between him and the lycan king shrinking with each step. His gilded sword gleamed ominously in his hand, the blade trembling faintly as if it could sense the presence of another weapon forged from "King’s Gold."
The vibrations were erratic, wild, and uncontrolled—a clear sign to Rhaegar that the man wielding it was far from ready to embrace its true power.
"So, King?" Daro drawled, his sneer cutting through the tension like a blade. He raised his sword, pointing its tip directly at Rhaegar.
Rhaegar frowned, his expression hardening as he tore his gaze away from the battlefield. He turned to face his men, his voice sharp and commanding as he barked, "Abandon all your belongings and shift!"
The beasts, lined up beside the carriages and caravans, froze for a moment before bowing their heads in unison.