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The Lycan Prince’s Puppy
Chapter 19
Violet
We had been walking for what felt like forever, but truly it had only been about twenty
minutes.
No one was talking, the silence was killing me, my legs were numb–and I couldn’t see
anything. The only thing I could hear was the sound of our footsteps touching the leaves.
The box needed to be delivered all the way across the river, and we weren’t allowed to shift unless we were in danger. There were no shortcuts, no tricks–it was just a long, boring path.
Kylan and Dylan walked ahead, not giving a damn about anyone but themselves while Nate was kind enough to stay beside me. Still, I struggled to keep up with his pace. Why did I have to do this with three men with ridiculously long legs while I was, well…short.
Kylan suddenly looked back at me, his eyes scanning me up and down–and I just knew
some rubbish was about to leave his mouth.
“Cardio, Four–eyes,” he spoke. “You can’t always rely on your wolf.”
Pissed, I waited until he turned his head before mimicking his words. I had never relied
on my wolf, not once. He didn’t know what he was talking about.
Nate released a soft laugh.
“Yes, sorry,” I whispered to him, “he’s your prince and all, but he’s really getting on my
nerves.”
“Don’t apologize,” he smiled. Then, without any warning, he lifted my backpack from my
shoulders and carried it in his hand.
The second the weight left my shoulders, I felt an instant relief. I glanced down at my legs, noticing I was moving much faster.
“You really didn’t have to do that.”
Nate shrugged. “I don’t mind. This is nothing for me,” he said. “You should see what
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Kylan makes me carry back home.”
“Yes, but your back-”
“I got it, beautiful,” he cut me off, winking.
I chuckled. “Thanks.”
Nate was one of those people who was just naturally a good person. He didn’t have to
proof himself to anyone, yet he did.
We kept walking for a while longer until, out of nowhere, Kylan stopped and brought his hand to his head. “Ky, are you alright?” Nate asked, concerned.
Kylan turned to us with an annoyed expression. “In case you were wondering what this
box does. It talks.”
That’s all he said before he began walking again as if nothing happened, leaving us with many questions.
“What do you mean it talks?” Dylan asked.
“It messes with your head, wants you to open the box,” Kylan explained, aggravated. “It doesn’t matter, just keep walking.”
I felt a shiver down my spine, wondering what the box might’ve said to him that triggered him that much. He seemed different, uneasy and stressed.
“Change of plans,” Dylan announced, snatching the box from Kylan’s hand. “We’ll take
turns holding the box until we reach the river.”
I waited for Kylan’s reaction, but he didn’t say a word. Why wasn’t he arguing? That’s what he was best at. One thing was clear–whatever that box had whispered to him to make him back down without a fight was something very serious.
My anxiety grew, realizing taking turns meant mine would be coming up soon.
I hated voices. I used to hear them in my nightmares all the time, and to this day, I was still traumatized.
“You’re going pale,” Nate teased, bumping my shoulder. “Do you know something we
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don’t?”
“No!” I blurted out, my eyes widening. “I–I’m just not a big fan of talking boxes.”
Nate laughed. “Relax, you’ll be fine.”
We walked in silence again, but it was quickly interrupted by Dylan, who held his head the same way Kylan did and placed the box on the ground. Whatever that thing was, it had
affected him too.
His face was tense, almost terrified.
“I need a break,” Dylan suddenly announced. He dropped the box on the ground before walking off toward a nearby pond.
I hesitated, wondering if I should check on him, but decided not to. What would I tell him? We barely spoke.
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