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Elelira POV

My heart was hammering in my chest as one of my uncle’s men carried me over his shoulder. He kept me flung over his lap while riding on the back of the horse, but now he is in Lycan form.

The pig tried to get hands with me over and over again, but I wouldn’t have it. Every time his hands touched or squeezed a part of my body, I would elbow him in the gut, slap him, and one time, I even managed to get my fist down on his crotch. He reared back to hit me with that last one, but my uncle ordered him to stand down and focus on their retreat if he didn’t want to get them all killed.

Cherum and the other warriors were gaining on them while they were riding on the horses. One of my uncle’s scouts rode a short distance behind to keep watch, and he was sending reports to my uncle. Eventually, my uncle commanded the shift. When asked by another warrior, my uncle said that his scout was already sprinting to catch up, but by the look on his face, I could tell the scout was