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The forbidden text inscribed within revealed itself slowly but surely; ancient runes etched in blood-red ink that seemed to pulsate with dark energy. As I delved deeper into the book, my heart quickened with anticipation. The passages hinted at a forgotten history, a tale of a powerful Lycan King who had once ruled over the land. It spoke of his rise to power and the dark deeds he had committed in his quest for dominance. But it also hinted at a hidden truth, a secret that had been buried for centuries, waiting to be uncovered.

[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

Chapter seven Leila's POV His voice vibrated with so much authority, I almost went down on my knees. He was the Lycan King whose anonymous name spelts doom. I was truly going to die in the hands of the brutal Lycan King. The one who had wrecked many lives without any regret. His eyes wandererd to where I was. His eyes squinted a bit as he watched me like a predator ready to feast on my soul.

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.

“If they want war, they’ll get one. But they’ll learn one thing before this ends.” “What’s that?” I whispered. He turned to me, and his eyes weren’t just Damon’s anymore. They were the eyes of a king. A Lycan King. “That no one touches what’s mine.” —

The playful tone of Beta Thorne's voice pricked at my ears. "That. Is not, anyone's business." His alpha snapped. "You all want answers; I'll give you just that. And it falls under my jurisdiction as the Lycan King of the North." "Alpha Drav— "Enough! I refuse to listen to any more objections. Alpha Dax. Alpha Damon. Is there any other information we should know about her?" "Nothing." My mates answered. "Good." He rose to his feet. "In that case, Thorne?"

I ordered her out in the coldest voice I had, because if she had stayed one more second, she would have seen exactly what she'd done to me. The Lycan King had just run from a girl who weighed less than his sword. I turned on the tap and scrubbed the hand that had held her. I counted to thirty, like I always did. Then I stopped and stared at it. I didn't want to wash it off. That scared me more than any army ever had.