The Lycan Princess' Revenge
The Overlord snarled, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate as his mate faltered, her energy waning.
“Now,” Raphael’s voice growled through our shared mind, and we both knew what had to be done.
With a feral snarl, we launched ourselves at them, claws outstretched. This time, we aimed not just for the Overlord, but for his mate—the source of his strength. We tore into her side with all the power we could muster, our claws ripping through her corrupted flesh. She screamed, her form unraveling, the dark magic that bound them together collapsing.
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