The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
It was a spectacle that breathed life into her wildest dreams, a breathtaking display of the power she now possessed that left her spellbound with pure delight.
With an electrifying surge of energy, Marienne burst forth from the depths of the cave, the fiery dancing figure still gracefully shimmering in the palm of her hand. As the cool night air caressed her skin, a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. In a swift motion, she gently released the figure onto the ground, watching as it transformed into a life-sized embodiment of elegance.
Power surged through her veins, and with a playful twirl of her fingers, the single figure multiplied into a breathtaking chorus of dancing women. They mo