The High Tower wasn't built for housing guests. It was where the kingdom locked away political prisoners, disgraced nobles, and anybody else too dangerous for the regular dungeons. The cells were rigged with thick, silver-laced iron bars—a brutal setup designed to constantly drain a Lycan's energy and keep their inner wolf entirely subdued.Lyra perched on a hard, freezing slab of stone, watching the capital move through its evening routine from a high, barred loophole. Down in the streets, people were living their normal, clueless lives, completely unaware of what was coming. By contrast, her own reality was shrinking fast.Lyra pressed her fingertips against her forearm and hissed. The skin beneath the glowing runes radiated a constant, feverish heat—a permanent reminder of who she was and what she was carrying. She had known coming straight to the King was a massive gamble—total long odds.Julian Vance possessed a formidable reputation across the realm as a ruthless, unrelenting wa
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