Fated to My Brother in-law, The Lycan King
Every time we struck, they disappeared, only to reappear somewhere else, tearing, slashing, killing.
My claws lashed violently as I tried to form a defensive line, but my soldiers faltered under the precision of the attack. The ambush was meticulous, deliberate. I could smell the scent of Dark Elfs—sharp, cold, and practiced—and my stomach sank. This wasn’t just a random strike. This was planned.
I barely registered the pain when something slammed into my side, claws digging deep, ripping through muscle. I snarled, spinning, slashing blindly, but another one hit me from behind. My legs buckled, and I fell hard into the dirt, blood mixing with the damp earth.
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