Chapter 8 Night King

Caitlyn's POV

Upon hearing that familiar voice, I couldn't fathom the situation, yet my entire body inexplicably relaxed, only to tense up again with each gesture of his hand.

I had been coerced by this person!

"You... What is it you want?"

Seizing the momentary relaxation of his grip, I implored impatiently. After all, we were still within the territory of the Purple Moon Pack, and with such a significant incident having occurred, the security would be tighter than usual.

"What was that you said?"

His deep, velvety voice permeated my ear, and I could even sense his breath, rough and warm.

Just then, hurried footsteps approached from the side; evidently, the soldiers from earlier were scouring the area.

A glimmer of hope flickered inside me. All I needed to do was make a sound to attract their attention.

Yet, his hand gently clasped my neck, even in the darkness, revealing his pale wrist. His touch was delicate, akin to a woman's hand, but I had no doubt he could end my life in an ins