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.

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

can probably figure out what type of dark

once again recall the incident between him and Raphael, and how Barlow’s hands were encased with a dark mist when threatened. I grow more skeptical

doesn’t hesitate upon gaining this spark of hope. “You can?” Barlow nods. “Then please help us, we

optics that appear sound and wise despite the wrinkles that encompass the surrounding skin. “Whoever did this is exceptionally strong, and an expert in the

on the other hand grow worried, and frown as Mr. Barlow turns back to me. He seems almost prepared to hear my protests. “What if you die from

poison. It will take much longer for my body to succumb to the symptoms,” this of course doesn’t rea*s*sure me at all, still frowning as he

I internally pray to

drinks it as my uneasiness grows. And soon he begins to cough

Barlow steady, you alright,”

man nods his head with closed eyes, trying to focus despite his body succumbing to the infection. But before he can fall too weak to the poison he relays to me exactly the type of black magic used to

Third POV:

is another problem. Tanya would flick furiously through the notebook,

and list of ingredients, before huffing as another obstacle soon comes forth. “We don’t have this.” She points to an ingredient listed as a ‘Ghost Orchid’. “This 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 controlled environment,” her eyes inadvertently turn to Marco

strands of his hair. “The capital is a long way from here, we

“No. Not on my watch. I can

expression. “Marco, the journey will put incredible strain on your

be alright. You just work on making that perfume, I’ll get you what you need,” he gently brushes a hand across her cheek despite the uncertainty in her face before moving away and heading out the library, calling his friend Oliver in the process telling

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