The Royal Mate Of The Cursed Lycan King
Lyra and Darius screamed in unison, voices merging into one pathetic wail.
Dark liquid splattered across the dirt like spilled ink—harmless now that the container was broken. They looked absolutely horrified, as if I had just smashed their last lifeline.
I ignored them completely.
I lifted my hand, palm facing the broken pieces.
Heat curled around my fingers—warm, familiar, powerful.
Silver flames bloomed from my skin like living fire, sweeping down in a controlled wave toward the shattered vial.
The world lit up in silver.
The flames devoured the remnants, burning hot enough to warp the dirt beneath it, leaving nothing but melted ash and scorched earth behind.
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