Third person’s POV:At the center of the great hall,two titans faced each other. Ronan, in his massive charcoal-grey wolf form, stood with his claws raised, a low, growl vibrating through the floorboards. Opposite him, the creature that used to be Dominic loomed, his elongated limbs casting shadows that seemed to move independently of the light.The pack members—the very people who had just been toasting to Ronan’s "death"—were pressed against the walls, paralyzed by a primal terror. This wasn't a duel for a throne; it was an encounter with the Void."You look surprised, Alpha," Dominic’s voice hissed, sounding like metal grinding on bone. He didn't move like a wolf; he flickered, appearing a few inches closer with every blink of an eye. "Did you think a little exile would stop the hunger? The Witch has shown me what lies beneath the skin of this world. It isn't grace. It isn't moonlight. It’s a vast, screaming vacuum, and I am its hand."Ronan lunged. It was a blur of fur and muscle,
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