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I tried to keep my voice steady, despite the turmoil inside of me. Ryker smiled. "You'll be going to Kael's pack as a breeder. You'll help strengthen the bond between our packs and ensure peace. Consider it your way out of killing Lyra.” I shook my head, horror resting on me. "No. No way. I won't do it." Ryker's smile grew wider. "You don't have a choice. You're a symbol of our good intentions. And you'll do as you're told." I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I knew I had to think fast, or I'd be trapped in a life I didn't want. But for now, I was at Ryker's mercy. And I knew he had none.

Her brother was even signed up to begin his training after he was of age, but apparently never got the chance to officially go. Viper wasn't sure that human wars ever came down to frequent close combat, but Lycans were skilled in much more than just weaponry, relied on more than just their strength or the increase in it when they shifted, and he needed her to be able to defend herself without them, or at least see if she could. It was several hours later when the den brothers finished talking. Xile, who had been the only one in the group to have actually visited this particular area they were going to, recounted all that he knew of it, better helping to prepare the others.

His voice was a low growl filled with contempt. "Damned coward, you came during the blood moon when Lycan power is stronger and ours is weaker!" Lyra spat in his face with hatred, watching him smile maliciously. "What do you want from me?" "You, witch, will give me the most powerful offspring of all time, as foretold in the prophecy of Nocturnus." Hunter snarled, his voice echoing like thunder. He lightly sliced Lyra’s face with his sharp claws, leaving a trail of blood. "You will give me a child of ancient magic and Lycan blood, the key to freeing our great God!"

I questioned, my soul willing to hear a positive response. “Annatoria! Have you not been listening? You will get hurt during the rut. You are a human. Do you think this is one of the measly missions you love to fuck around with?” The veins in his neck were popping; his anger was undeniable. “The Lycan has been lenient towards you. Why don’t you take the chance to finish things by tomorrow? Why must you consider poking at the very thing that will destroy you?”

“You knocked up a Queen and turned genocide into prenatal care.” The hunters bristled. The herald’s eyes hardened. “Mind your tongue.” “Or what?” I asked. “You’ll call me a threat to a fetus?” That one landed. Hard. A murmur surged again—this one darker. The herald straightened. “Lycan blood is superior,” he said. “That is not opinion. It is survival. The heir will not grow in a world that refuses hierarchy.” I felt the sun flare under my ribs. The moon wrapped tight around it.

Showing him exactly what she’d decided to show him — attentive, slightly awed, the expression of someone trying to comprehend the scale of what they were hearing. She was remarkable at this. The Ancient Lycan looked at her with those pale eyes. “Youth is the simplified version,” he said. “What is restored is capacity. Power. The full expression of what the original Lycan bloodline was before dilution.” He paused. “Youth is simply the vessel that capacity requires.” “And after,” Isabella said. “When the ritual is complete. The conquered packs—” “Remain conquered,” he said simply. “The channels remain open. The structure remains. I’ve spent three centuries building it and I have no interest in

I channeled my lycan instincts; the poison was affecting him, but he was determined to kill Horus. 'We are not dying today, not without getting rid of this bastard,' he declared, and I agreed. Diara needed us, Ana needed us, and my pack needed us. We would not fail them. A vision of a happy forever home filled my mind, pups running around the castle while Diara sat on my lap, watching the kids laugh and play. I felt a renewed strength coursing through me, overpowering the toxin in my veins. A burning sensation ignited within me as I pounced on Horus, a new fire fueling my fight, faster and more vicious than ever.

he replied in his guttural voice that sent a terrifying shiver down my spine. I tried to get away but he was in front of me for a second. I gasped, eyes popping out of their sockets. My heart pounded in my chest when he went for my neck, but instead of biting me, he inhaled my scent. “How could I let you go when you smell like this?” The lycan suddenly reached for my wounded hand and he let out a deep growl. “A golden blood,”he said, “I didn't think I'd find you after searching for so long.”

As they saw me advance, Hunter, who was a few meters away decapitating a warrior from Blood Moon, turned toward me with his yellow eyes bloodshot and a rabid regret eating away at his features. “Maya, stop!” Hunter roared, blocking my path with his heavy combat sword. “Do not take another step! You are making a mistake. If you ally yourself with King Lycan, you will seal the destruction of your lineage. Come back to me and I will protect you from the witch!”

Every step away from her felt wrong, like walking against my own instincts. I needed a run to cool down. The night air hit me cold as I shifted. Bone cracked, skin stretched, fur tore through. In seconds I was no longer a man, but a beast—larger than any werewolf, black fur streaked with silver, eyes burning like the moon. A Lycan. Older. Stronger and Built for war. And right now, all I wanted to do was run back to her. ~~ The ride to the palace took half the night.