Chapter 8 Night King

　　Caitlyn's POV 　　Upon hearing that familiar voice, I couldn't fathom the situation, yet my entire body inexplicably relaxed, only to tense up again with each gesture of his hand. 　　I had been coerced by this person! 　　"You... What is it you want?" 　　Seizing the momentary relaxation of his grip, I implored impatiently. After all, we were still within the territory of the Purple Moon Pack, and with such a significant incident having occurred, the security would be tighter than usual. 　　"What was that you said?" 　　His deep, velvety voice permeated my ear, and I could even sense his breath, rough and warm. 　　Just then, hurried footsteps approached from the side; evidently, the soldiers from earlier were scouring the area. 　　A glimmer of hope flickered inside me. All I needed to do was make a sound to attract their attention. 　　Yet, his hand gently clasped my neck, even in the darkness, revealing his pale wrist. His touch was delicate, akin to a woman's hand, but I had no doubt he could en