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"The real king. Not the echo we faced in the fortress. Not the shadow we bound in the tomb. The first Lycan king. He is coming." We rode north at dawn. The scouts had reported a massive force moving through the mountains—not the twisted wolves, but something else. Lycans. Hundreds of them, perhaps thousands, their fur dark, their eyes red, their claws extended. They moved in formation, like an army, like wolves who had been waiting for this moment for centuries. At their head, a figure in black armor, a crown of thorns on his head. The Lycan king.

Dylan clenched out as he glared at the king, he moved past his soldiers and stood right in front of the Lycan king, "I am here to take her, with or without your permission" "Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, I can now confirm your bravery and audacious attitude" the Lycan king replied, and before I could blink, Dylan lunged at him and dwelt him a few blows "Dylan, stop it" I yelled, afraid that this might start a war and he would ruin the alliance that I was trying to build with the Lycans The Lycan king's men bared their teeth and advanced but stood when the Lycan king waved them off

Lyra looked at him, really looked, and for the first time saw the truth beneath the legend. This man wasn’t afraid of war. He was afraid of wanting. Outside, the moon climbed higher, silver light spilling across stone and skin alike. And in that quiet, dangerous space between them, Lyra realized something else too. The Lycan King wasn’t the monster the world feared. He was far worse. He was a man losing control. And somehow— She was already part of the reason why.

And to crown it all, I was covered with the blood of hundreds of fallen Lycans. My surviving werewolf army had watched me turn Feral and go rogue against the Lycan army so their reaction while staring at me now wasn’t too shocking It was obvious that even the Lycans saw me the same way— a raging bloodthirsty Queen. The Lycan King stepped forward out of their line of formation. “I must say, I really underestimated you.” He said, driving his gaze around. “You slaughtered my army and cut down their numbers greater than any warlord has ever done in all my years in warfare. Impressive.” He added.

"Friendship and empty assurances are not my concern. That is not who I am. My path is forged by actions, not mere words. Allow me to share a story with you, one that reveals the resilience of a Lycan king." As Lucian's words reach my ears, a part of me can't help but be intrigued. What story does he hold within his grasp? Would it be enough to convince the pack members? His tone carries an air of detachment, reflecting his stoic nature. “There was once a Lycan king, a figure of unparalleled strength and unshakeable determination. He faced insurmountable hardships and waged wars with unwavering resolve. Countless battles left him marked and scarred, but he remained unyielding in his fight for

[LYCAN KINGDOM B - OUTSKIRTS - NIGHT TIME] The vast expanse of the Lycan Kingdom stretched out before Zilver and his army, a seemingly endless forest cloaked in the vibrant hues of autumn. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of adventure. Zilver, the formidable lycan king of kingdom A with eyes as sharp as his silver armour, rode at the head of his troops, their horses pounding the earth with each thunderous step. The army moved with a synchronised precision that spoke of years of training and discipline.

My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks. He hummed and waved his hands, immediately dismissing me while knowing very well that I wasn't okay with the arrangement but since when did Sullivan ever care about my opinion? I quietly returned to my room, all the while recalling every rumor I had ever heard about the Lycan king. His name was believed to be Hunter Tiberius Williams and he was cruelty in human form.

A witch yelled in shock "My divine what is this? I can't tell if they are men or wolves," Another told the Angel through a mind link "Fear not my subjects, for I am with you," She echoed her rhythmic voice into the battlefield. As the King let out a rallying cry that echoed through the valley, the ground shook beneath the charging hooves of his Lycans, the sound of the approaching army thundering like a tempest on the horizon. As the King let out a rallying cry that echoed through the valley, the ground shook beneath the charging hooves of his Lycans, the sound of the approaching army thundering like a tempest on the horizon.

They wiped their lips that are smeared with blood as they waited for their master’s orders. “Now, we’ll go to the city where rogues and humans live. I have to build more manpower for my plans to succeed. We’ll have to be discreet about each step that we take. That man is not ordinary. He can do anything as long as we’re careless and crush us in an instant. That is why we must receive help from people who hold great animosity towards him. Witches, humans, and rogues. Every help we could find! This is war we’re talking about. I have to be very careful,” he said as he looked his men in the eye one by one. They all nodded their heads in agreement. It is not easy to defeat the Lycan King in a war