Shattered By An Alpha, Healed By A Lycan King

at followed was far more terrifying. I sat atop the First Guardian, my fingers tangled in its

the edge of the precipice, the wind whipping his dark hair, look

ds of sobbing wolves below. "But it was a loud declaration of war, Lyra. The High Council

Primordial armor. "Good. Their era should have ended the mom

made my breath hitch. The Soul-Resonance was still humming between us, a teth

They are already mobilizing. Five packs, ten thousand warriors, and the 'Ancient Scourge'

my boots clicking against the stone. "

ho fled to the arms of a monster. The Council will use that narrative to unite the shifter

fortress falling over us. "Un

ow

d pulled out a scroll of ancient, blackened parchment. It smelled of dried blood and old magic.

bols that seemed to writhe on

r my protection. You become the co-regent of the Lycan Throne. It grants you the legal authority to command the Lycan armies an

ld power. "Then why h

laiming. For the Council to accept it, we must present ourselves as a united front-a 'fak

n? You want me to be yo

"It gives you the resources of the Black Ridge. It gives you my warriors, my wealth, and my head on a platter

n. Play the part for the Council. Together, we will lure the Five Alphas to the neutral grounds for t

I finished, a dark smi

m. We show them that the girl they discarded did

e. But as I looked into Fenris's golden eyes, I felt the Soul-Resonance flare. Was it truly j

When Alaric is a memory and the Counci

be free to take your throne alone, or go wherever t

nger that had nothing to do with politics and everything to do with the woman stand

the quill

law, slicing his own palm. "Sign in blood.

lade touch my skin. I pressed my hand over his on the parchment. The Soul-Res

ished, seared in

w. His thumb traced the line of my lower lip, and for a second, the 'f

he mountain air. It didn't come from the valley

. We reached the throne room, where Kaelen and the other Council memb

s face pale. "The Silver-Blight... it w

weren't just dying. They were changing. Their fur was falling out in clumps, t

is claws extending. "They realized they couldn't beat us in life,

he rubble. Half his face was gone, his skin gray and rotting, but hi

scrying pool, as if he cou

oice amplified by the dark magic of the High Council

in the Scrying Wel

k, and a cold, skeletal hand burst through

Fenris roared, shifting

realized the hand wasn't attacking. It w

ly figure began to pull itself out of the v

She looked at Fenris with a

ssed. "You fool. You've given the Council exactly wh