Liam’s POVThe air darkened when Ian lifted his hand. Shadows peeled from the walls like living things, twisting into shapes that crawled across the cracked platform. The wolves braced, growls echoing, but the darkness only pooled at Ian’s feet, waiting for his command.He didn’t strike. Not yet. He only smiled, as though the entire room belonged to him already.Then he stepped forward, his shoes echoing against the concrete, every move deliberate. The hybrids flanked him, silent, waiting. His smile was calm, too calm, and it froze the wolves around me in wary stillness.“You make me the villain,” he began, voice smooth, carrying easily through the subway. “You whisper about me in your camps, you tell stories of the monster who bled this city dry. But the truth? The truth is far less poetic. I am not your enemy. I am your salvation.”The wolves growled at that, low and unified, but Ian only lifted his hand, silencing them with the arrogance of someone who believed himself untouchable.
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