The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
Lucian reassured her, his voice strained with helplessness.
As the marking continued, the lights in the room began to flicker uncontrollably. Outside, the sky roared with thunder, and lightning danced across the horizon. Visenya’s hair turned a bright scarlet, crackling with energy as if charged with electricity. She continued to claw at her skin, desperate to alleviate the searing pain, but Lucian gently pulled her hands away, holding them firmly in his own.