Third-Person PovAmidst the chaos of battle, where the clash of teeth and fur echoed through the forest, Kavan and Murad, two powerful Lycan kings, faced off like ancient titans, their eyes locked in a deadly duel. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, their muscles taut and their instincts honed for combat.Murad, his eyes burning with possessive rage, snarled at Kavan, his voice a menacing growl. "You dare to steal my woman, Kavan? She's mine, marked by me! You cannot claim what belongs to me!"Kavan, his stance confident and defiant, retorted, "She is my mate, chosen by fate. She was never yours to begin with, Murad. Your mark means nothing to her, and it means nothing to me."With a primal roar, Murad lunged at Kavan, his claws extended like deadly talons. Kavan met him head-on, their bodies colliding with the force of a thunderclap. The impact sent shockwaves through the ground, shaking the very foundation of the forest.In their Lycan forms, they were formid
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