Chapter 23

Dorian growled, pushing Michael’s hand from his shoulder as he rose from the animalistic crouch, continuing to glare at the princess. “This show of power needs to stop; she’s having too much time to escape.”

Elika began to walk backwards, both her and the hissing wind forcing the hurricane forward when a creature approached; flinging them away from her. She watched as the feral man snarled; his demonic yellow eyes eradiating with rage. Her breath caught slightly as the winds jittered, realising that her time was almost up. The princess turned suddenly, bolting between two large birch trees. She heard the pounding of feet and hooves behind her, causing her to push harder on her already strained legs. Dorian and Michael shouted for her to stop, warning her that the consequences would worsen if she did not surrender to them. She shook her head in amusement, knowing that they were lying; attempting to trick her into stopping. She launched herself to the si