Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 64

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 64 Barlow’s Help

Tanya’s POV:

I’m over the moon that we’ve found the notebook, but as I’m flicking through, my smile slowly starts to dwindle down into a straight line. Marco notices this.

“What’s wrong?”

Title of the document

I sigh. “Each perfume in here cures a different type of black magic.”

Caspian’s brows crease in confusion. “But isn’t that a good thing?”

My chest deflates. “We don’t know what black magic was used to contaminate the water. I don’t have time to make and try each perfume in here.”

The men around me mirror my unsettled expression. We have no way of knowing which perfume is the right one, and some of these perfumes take ages to curate, let alone try and perfect on the first try. None of us have much knowledge on black magic to begin with, and the task is now seeming to be impossible.

“I don’t understand. Who would want to poison my pack? We aren’t hostile to any witches, and we live such a simple life. We have no enemies,” says Caspian with tremendous uncertainty.

stand together, I notice the sun’s rays begin to trickle into the cold and dark library, reminding us of how little time with hands. The

can probably figure out what type of dark magic was

one of the book aisles, his gaze somber and firm with his belief. I can’t help but once again recall the

“You can?” Barlow nods. “Then please help us, we need to know

is exceptionally strong, and an expert in the art of magic,” his gaze flickers back to

the other hand grow worried, and frown

body to succumb to the symptoms,” this of course doesn’t rea*s*sure me at all, still frowning

risk his life trying to produce a perfume that may not work in the end. The pressure on me is overwhelming, and I internally pray to the Moon Goddess that I would be able to do it. For the sake of

Mr. Barlow drinks it as my uneasiness grows. And soon he begins to cough uncontrollably. He stumbles, and Marco has to catch him,

steady, you

with closed eyes, trying to focus despite his body succumbing to the infection. But before he can fall

Third POV:

water source, there is another problem. Tanya would flick furiously through the notebook, setting down the open page onto one of

is such a rare flower, it’s only present in the capital, and is only available to the royal family that grows it in an extremely

pulling at the strands of his hair. “The capital is a

on my watch. I

gaze to him, with intense worry in expression. “Marco,

what you need,” he gently brushes a hand across her cheek despite the uncertainty in her face

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