The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
Their unearthly screams pierced the night, a symphony of agony and fury.
One by one, they fell, consumed by the inferno Marienne had summoned. Her eyes glinted with a mix of malice and satisfaction, the blaze in them intensifying, as she reduced these creatures to nothing but ash.
She looked onward and spotted Sebastian, the beloved of the Vampire King, frozen in shock. He did not recognize Visenya; all he saw was a silhouette of a woman on fire. The flames dancing upon her body, and her hair a blazing cascade of fiery tendrils that whipped around her face, defying the wind's attempts to extinguish its radiant glow.