They both stumbled backward, every last drop of color draining from their faces as the brutal reality set in: they were completely alone, their ancient backup gone without looking back. Without wasting a fraction of a second, Orion shifted, his feral beast exploding forward with a rabid snarl. Evren roared, shifting mid-stride into a monstrous blur of obsidian fur and razor claws. The two Lycans slammed together like colliding locomotives, locking into a violent, blood-drenched struggle that shook the very courtyard stones. Ophelia turned her venomous gaze on me, forcing a desperate, mocking sneer. "What now?" she hissed, raising her chin. "Even the weak little witch thinks sh
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