Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King
A sound only one thing could make.
A Lycan.
The rogues scrambled back from me instantly.
One whispered, trembling, “No… no, no— That can’t be him—”
Footsteps, heavy, slow, deliberate, approached through the dark.
The shadows parted, making way for their ruler.
And he emerged, towering, dark-furred, and massive.
Larger than any werewolf I had ever seen his eyes burning molten gold.
Xavier,
In his full Lycan form.
Every assassin collapsed to their knees, whimpering under the crushing weight of his aura. I felt it too — a suffocating, devastating power that pressed against my lungs and froze the air around me.
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