She vanished with his unborn heir. After hearing the Lycan King call her upon for the pack council, she did not cry when she heard it. Not when the Lycan King spoke her name like she was nothing. Not when he called her unborn child a tool. Not even when the council laughed. She stood there in silence, hidden behind the carved stone pillar, one hand pressed to her stomach, the other clenched so tight her nails cut skin.

"She was chosen for a reason," the Lycan King said, his voice cold, measured. "The bloodline matters, not the woman."

A pause. Then another voice, older, sharper. "And when the heir is born?" A faint smirk in his tone. "She has served her purpose."

That was the moment something inside her broke. Not softly, not slowly. It shattered. She did not confront him. She did not scream. She vanished. And she took the Lycan King's unborn heir with her.

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Chapter 1

The forest swallowed sound. Evelyn Carter ran without looking back. Branches clawed at her cloak. Roots rose from the ground like traps.

[music]

The cold air burned her lungs, but she did not slow down. She could still feel him [music] behind her. Not physically, not yet. But Ethan Blackwood did not have to chase like a wolf.

>> His presence lingered.

They're right behind me.

>> Unavoidable. Like a storm that followed you even if you ran from the sky.

>> Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Fast, loud, relentless. Run. That was the only thought that mattered. Run before he decides to stop you. Run before the guards close the gates. Run before your courage breaks.

Her foot slipped on wet leaves. She caught herself on a low branch. Pain shot through her palm, but she pushed off and kept moving. No stopping. Not now. Not ever again.

The memory of his voice cut through her mind. "You will stay." The command still echoed in her bones. It tried to anchor her, to pull her back, to make her doubt. But another voice rose stronger. Her own. No.

She pushed harder. The trees grew thicker as she moved deeper into the forest. The faint glow of the citadel lights faded behind her. Darkness closed in. Good. Darkness meant distance. Distance meant survival.

She slowed only when her body forced her to. Her breath came in sharp gasps. Her legs trembled. Sweat mixed with the cold. She pressed her hand to her stomach. "I've got you," she whispered. Her voice shook, but the words held. "I'm not letting them take you."

A distant howl split the night. Evelyn froze. Her blood ran cold. Not a normal wolf, a Lycan. Deep, powerful, commanding. A signal. Her eyes widened. He had already sent them. Of course he had. Ethan did not wait. He acted. Fast, decisive, ruthless.

She turned slowly, scanning the shadows. The forest was no longer silent. It watched. Every rustle felt closer. Every breath louder. They were coming.

Her mind raced. Think. Running blindly would not work anymore. Lycans tracked by scent, by sound, by instinct. They would find her if she kept moving in a straight line. She needed to break her trail. Her gaze dropped to the ground. Wet soil. Fallen leaves. Patches of exposed roots. Good.

She moved quickly to a nearby stream she remembered from earlier walks. It was not far. She had explored parts of the forest before. Back when she still thought this place could feel like home. That thought stung. Home.

>> [sighs] >>

She pushed it away. Focus. The sound of water reached her ears. Relief flickered. She stepped into the stream without hesitation. The icy water bit into her skin. Her breath hitched, but she forced herself forward, moving against the current. Each step washed away her scent. Each second bought her time. But time was not enough. She needed distance.

She followed the stream for as long as she could. Her legs grew numb. Her body shook. Still, she kept moving. Minutes passed, or maybe longer. Time blurred. Finally, she stepped out on the other side. Her clothes clung to her, heavy, cold. She did not stop. She moved uphill now, toward higher ground, harder terrain, fewer clear paths.

Behind her, another howl. Closer. They were tracking again. Her jaw tightened. "Not fast enough," she muttered. Fear crept in, sharp, persistent. But beneath it, something else grew. Anger. Hot, steady, fueling. She pictured the council chamber. The stone walls. The long table. The way they sat like judges. And him, at the head. Calm, unbothered, deciding her fate like it meant nothing. Her hands clenched. "I'm not your pawn," she said under her breath. The words gave her strength. She pushed forward.

The trees grew thicker as she moved deeper into the forest. The faint glow of the citadel lights faded behind her. Darkness closed in. Good. Darkness meant distance. Distance meant survival.

The trees

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She Vanished With His Unborn Heir… After Hearing The Lycan King Call Her A Pawn At The Pack Council.

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