Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King
Lucian froze with them, his silver eyes widening as if he were catching a scent on a wind we couldn't feel.
A voice, low and smooth as silk, echoed from the darkness ahead. “A child.”
The shadows around Lucian lashed out at the sound, whipping like live wires. Xavier stepped forward, shielding his son by sheer instinct, but Lucian moved around him. He walked toward the voice — calm, certain, and terrifying.
The air grew heavy, almost too thick to draw into our lungs. The shadows weren't just responding to the boy anymore; they were gathering for a storm. The entire stronghold darkened as black tendrils wove across the ceiling in endless, undulating waves.
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