The Lycan King’s Favorite Breeder
The day was instantly filled with roars and screams.
I shouted orders to the omegas, guiding them to cover weak points, pulling the wounded back, pushing fresh fighters forward.
My voice was hoarse within minutes, but it did not falter.
On the ridge, Darcus fought like a storm. His blade was silver lightning, cutting down enemies as they came. Yet no matter how many fell, more poured from the trees.
Then I saw her.
Samantha.
She stepped from the shadows clad in black armor, her hair braided with iron rings, her eyes gleaming with a wicked hunger. At her side, witches stayed, smiling like they were the messengers of death.
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