Bought by the Feral Billionaire
The heavy obsidian doors shattered into a shower of black splinters.
Through the dust and the rising steam, a horde of monstrous, shadow-covered creatures surged into the ancient cavern.
They were not ordinary wolves; their bodies were warped by dark, void-tainted magic, their eyes glowing a sinister crimson, and their elongated claws dripping with viscous, acidic venom.
Dominic’s inner wolf let out a feral, bloodthirsty roar that shook the columns of the hall.
"Clara, stay behind the throne!" Dominic commanded, his voice laced with absolute, tyrannical authority.