The Chronicles of Lycanthorin

. Valrik Lycanthorin moved like a shadow, his sword a blur as it struck Jarek's blade with brutal precision. Sweat gli

. *You call this training? I'd rather listen to Celeste Kane drone on about your bloodline.* Valrik barked a laugh, tossing his sword to Jarek. "You sound jealous, Draeven." *Jealous?* Draeven's voice was dripping with mock disgust. *Of that leeching viper? I'd rather chew my own tail.* Jarek wiped the sweat from his brow, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "

s palm, fire licked at his fingertips, and ice slithered along his forearm. Without a word, he was gone, a blur of motion as he raced toward the border. --- The scene at the border was chaos. Rogues-wild, feral, and mindless-tore through the forest, their eyes glowing with a savage hunger. Blood stained the ground, the metallic tang sharp in the air. T

to strike. His clawed hand shot out, crushing the rogue's windpipe. The creature crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Another rogue

Within minutes, the battlefield was silent, the only sound the ragged breathing of the surviving pack members. Valrik stood amidst the carnage, his silver fur unmarred by blood. His c

t thundered in his ears, a primal rhythm that drowned out everything else. *Our mate is close, Va

he rejects us. If she sees the way you whore around-* "Enough!" Valrik snapped aloud, his voice sharp enough to make Jarek raise a brow. "Argu

his sides. "There won't be anything to forgive, Draeven," he said coldly. "Because if she rejects us, we'll both die anyway." Draeven fell silent, the weig

"Busy night, Alpha?" she purred, running a finger down his chest. Draeven gagged audibly. *Kill me now.* Valrik smirked, though his eyes remained cold. "Jealous, Celest

ist and pulling her flush against him. Her breath hitched, but her smirk never wavered.

didn't reach his eyes. "And you're a damn cat, Draeven." *At least cats

disgust to know that tonight, hi