Watz Music: "The Hall of the Mountain King" by Edvard Greig.
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Luna gasped, her heart pounding, as she realized… it had all been in her mind. The Lycan King stood before her. He let out a dark chuckle. A mischievous smile graced his lips. Leaning down his mouth brushed against her ear. She quivered and shrank back.
She was prey, and there was nowhere to run.
His breath was hot as it fanned her ear. It tickled. Luna's fingers curled into tight fists. Without warning, his icy fingers landed upon her clenched hand that still held the dagger.
"How lovely," his eyes gleaming with amusement, as he whispered for only her to hear, "Do you think you can kill me with that, Little lamb?" He drawled with an amused smile.
The Lycan King's laughter echoed in her thoughts, reverberating through her mind like a haunting melody, as if in a twisted, sadistic mockery of her deepest fears.
