Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 126

Chapter 126: 126-The Moon Goddess Has Lost Her Mind

Helanie:

A beast-like creature that Jenny called a lycan not only existed but was now standing before us.

When living in packs, we only heard stories about such crazy creatures and monsters but never really believed in them.

We were taught about the monsters that were slain by brave pack members. But what existed beyond the borders was always dismissed as a myth.

That’s why standing before this huge beast felt like a nightmare. What made it worse was that my friend was at the receiving end of the beast’s claws.

Lucy was on the ground, her eyes fixed on the massive creature before her. She was so paralyzed with fear that I don’t think she realized she could transition—either to fight back or run away.

“We need to do something,” I whispered, unable to move a muscle, fearing that any movement might reveal us.

“I can’t transition,” Jenny whispered back, squeezing my hand. I didn’t understand why until I noticed how cold her hand had become.

It was the lycan effect.

I had read about it before. Slowly, the myths about lycans came back to me—and none of it was good. A cursed wolf filled with so much rage that it would devour werewolves to quench its anger and thirst.

“Go get Lucy and make it to the hostel,” I said, pushing Jenny away in a split second as I resolved to save Lucy.

If I could.

At least, I could buy them a few minutes to get a head start.

“HEY! Over here, asshole!” I shouted, raising both arms in the air and waving them. Jenny turned her head toward me, her face twisted in horror.

The lycan’s snarl grew louder. Saliva dripped from its exposed canines as it turned its attention toward me, its new target.

“What are you doing?” Jenny yelled, but I had already turned around and started running.

“Just take Lucy and go!” I screamed, sprinting as fast as I could. Behind me, I could hear the heavy thud of footsteps.

Once the lycan effect wore off and we were in its presence for more than a few moments, the world around us became clear again. I heard the snapping of twigs and the sound of its breathing growing louder. It was much closer now.

Before I knew it, claws wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off the ground.

In that moment, something caught my attention. My thoughts went straight to my stomach—and my baby. It was an immediate instinct, a flash of fear for my child’s life.

If he applied any more pressure, I would not only bleed, but I could lose my baby.

I had never thought like that before. Up until this moment, I had only hated this child and resented the fact that I was carrying it. I never thought of it as mine. But right now, fear gripped me so strongly that it was undeniable. As my legs dangled in the air for a few seconds, panic surged through me. Then, I felt solid ground beneath my feet again.

I wasn’t thrown away but freed—something had attacked the lycan.

I crawled away quickly, hearing the wild howls and grunts behind me. Then I turned, still on the ground, to see a werewolf—half the size of the beast—fighting it.

The two were locked in a brutal battle. The lycan’s snarls were so feral and intense that I couldn’t help but wonder how I had survived.

Or had I survived at all?

Despite the werewolf’s fast and relentless attacks, the lycan managed to claw it against a tree, wrapping its enormous hands around the werewolf’s back and tossing it aside.

It all happened so quickly. I hadn’t moved a muscle. I watched as if it were a horror movie, as if I were strapped to a chair, unable to leave or even close my eyes.

Once the lycan had thrown the werewolf away, it turned and rushed toward me again.

I scrambled backward, trying to crawl away, but it was moving faster than before.

Just as it reached me, I did the only thing I could think of—I grabbed my pendant. I wasn’t sure if it would even work on a lycan. After all, it was more beast than man—a monster. But I took off my pendant anyway, hoping to confuse him with my scent.

He raised his claws to strike me but froze midair.

A strange silence engulfed us again, deeper and heavier than before.

This time, though, what happened next was far crazier than anything I could have anticipated.

I wanted to use this pause to get to my feet and run for safety, but I was stopped in my tracks.

I heard a voice—so unexpected and unfamiliar that I couldn’t comprehend it at first.

“Mate!”

No!

Not a lycan!

How was this possible?

I felt like the world was collapsing around me. Was it the pendant? Should I wear it again?

I couldn’t believe that simply taking off the pendant had done anything—or had it?

In a rush of uncertainty, I quickly put it back on while keeping my eyes fixed on the lycan. It was staring at me, almost as if it had felt something too.

“Helanie! Get away from him,” Jenny’s voice was mixed with the shouts of Lucy, both trying to bring me back to reality. But I couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that the Moon Goddess had lost her mind.

But that didn’t make sense. He’s just a monster, without logic or reason—right?

Then, before I could think further, my vision started to blur.

I vaguely made out the shapes of two werewolves appearing again, both attacking the lycan together. One was the injured werewolf from before, and the other was someone new.

But I couldn’t hold on long enough to make sense of what was happening. My body had reached its limit, and exhaustion claimed me.

I passed out.

The last thought I had was a fleeting one: I guess I’ll wake up in heaven or hell, alongside the two werewolves who thought they could take on a lycan.