Griffin’s POV
They still looked at me like I was one of them.
Like I was a friend. A brother. A wounded soldier crawling back into the warmth of his former life.
Pathetic fools.
Even Nora.
Especially Nora.
I often watched her from the shadows, observing how her aura pulsed brighter whenever she neared the orb. She had no idea what it truly was—what it could unlock in the right hands. And hers were far too soft for power like that.
But mine?
Mine were ready to grip it and bend the world beneath it.
Ever since I killed Sorcerer Elena and stole her powers, everything had become clearer. Her notes, her ravings about Nora’s bloodline, the orb’s origin—I had pieced it together. Nora was never chosen at random. She was the key. And the orb wasn’t just some relic passed down from ancient times. It was a vessel. A living source of raw, ancestral energy buried deep within the blood of the first lycan seers.<
