The Rogue Queen’s Vengeance
He was huge in size, eight feet tall, with broad shoulders enough to block the light of the day and arms spread like tree trunks.
Scars etched all over his body which told stories of countless battles he had won. But it wasn’t his size that froze me. It was the emptiness in his eyes. Cold. Unflinching. Merciless.
I raised my hands, hoping my silver aura would slow him down, make him hesitate. It didn’t. Not a flicker. Not even acknowledgment that I existed.
“He can’t feel it,” I whispered, dread creeping in.
Raven’s laugh was low and cruel. “Correct. Titan is immune to your gift. Rare, but not unheard of among wolves who survive long in the wild. You’ll have to fight him the old way.”
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