The Dark Lord's Mate.
His silver sword sliced through the air with brutal precision, carving down werewolves who dared stand in his path.
Aurora skidded to a stop at the ridge’s edge, just as Asmada Ezra, breathing heavily, turned to face her.
Below them, Draven paused for a heartbeat. His keen eyes found Aurora even amidst the chaos. His heart gave a fierce, protective thud—but he masked it behind the cold, calculating gaze of a king.
Kael—Alpha of the werewolves—charged Draven again, teeth bared in a savage grin. His strength was monstrous, more than even Draven had anticipated. Every blow he delivered carried the weight of something unnatural.
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