THE LYCAN KING’S SCARRED PRIZE
Dominic instantly pushed me behind his back, his fully healed claws extending as a low, lethal growl vibrated in his chest.
Through the frosted mist of the entrance, a solitary figure walked in. He didn’t wear tactical armor, and he didn’t carry a silver weapon. He wore the heavy, dark fur cloak of the Shadow Ridge Alpha, his silver hair glittering beneath the dim moonlight. A massive crescent scar cut across his left eye, mirroring the terrifying, brutal aura radiating from his frame.
Malakai.
The older brother looked at Dominic, then his black-ringed eyes slid over to me, a slow, drapieżny smirk stretching across his cruel, handsome face. He didn’t look angry; he looked absolutely ecstatic
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