Third person POV The chamber reeked of blood and power. The walls trembled with every strike, every roar, every clash of claw and spell. Enzo, fully transformed into his towering Lycan wolf, circled Malrik with feral eyes burning red, his fangs bared and dripping. Across from him, the ancient wolf cloaked in black magic stood tall, his robes rippling though no wind moved. The ritual circle behind him glowed with sinister energy, Lisa’s bound and bleeding body at its center, her faint gasps barely audible under the weight of the storm building in the room.“Your struggle is pointless, Alpha,” Malrik spat, his voice carrying through the chamber like venom. “Her screams are my hymns, her blood my ink. And now—your rage will become my power.”Enzo’s answer was a thunderous roar. He lunged, his claws slicing through the thick air, meeting Malrik’s shield of dark energy head-on. Sparks flew, black colliding with crimson as the ground cracked beneath them. The f
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