The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
They gasped for air, tears streaming down their faces as they clung desperately to their mates, haunted by the vivid memories of their past sins.
Delilah stood resolute at Visenya’s side, a silent sentinel of power and judgment. With trembling limbs and hearts heavy with remorse, the council crawled forward, prostrating themselves at Visenya’s feet, their pleas for forgiveness echoing through the temple like whispers of penance.
With an authoritative tone, Visenya silenced the repentant elders, her voice echoing like thunder in the chamber. With a solemn gaze, she pronounced their fate with chilling finality.