The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 145. TRUE POWER NARRATOR 'They had never run so hard while dragging something that heavy. "T don't know, I don't know, damn it, they're right behind us!" one of them shouted, glancing over her shoulder. Both lionesses, hidden at the edge of the battlefield, were nervous, anxious... If this magic fell into the hands of a sorcerer, all of Queen Zeraphina's efforts would be for nothing, Before making any rash decision, they sensed a presence behind them.

They turned, growling, thinking maybe their own people had caught up to them-or worse, a warlock. But no, it was someone unexpected. "A Drakmor?" "That's the Drakmor Alpha! He's Aidan's friend!" the other said, recognizing the giant emerging from the shadows. ---- Ignacio's skin was covered in deep wounds. More than flesh, that fight had ripped pieces from his soul. Inthe end, his daughter's madness had won out. She had caused her own death, even after Ignacio had given her a chance to live.

Despite the pain, the Drakmor Alpha had come to fulfill the promises he had made. "Take it to Aidan-your friend, the man of winter!" they shouted, seeing light at the end of the path. Ignacio looked at that cursed thing that had destroyed so much in his life. He opened his mouth in fury, as wide as he could, and grabbed one side of the crystal with all his strength. This magic wasn't meant for Aidan... it was for that little Selenia.

Before Edmund could break free from Aidan's assault to claim the power for himself, Nyx slashed her hand open and dropped her blood onto the icy surface. BOOM! 'The massive crystal slammed into the trees, shattering them. Crimson droplets rolled across the cold surface. 'The shadow inside started to stir, excited, drawn toward something-it wanted to reunite with the rest of the Heart. Edmund saw everything... but could do nothing to stop the fall. noveldrama

He didn't know what that woman had done-but it would surely ruin him. Worse yet, his people were dying under the relentless assault, ---- and Aidan, even wounded, was proving nearly impossible to defeat. Just as he considered retreating to his realm to regroup, the allied reinforcements finally arrived. All kinds of animal warriors emerged from the shadows, clashing with the wolves. Most ferocious of all were the lion clan, leaping to rip out throats. Edmund breathed a little easier.

Maybe he still had time to pull off one of his dirty tricks. But a scream of agony made him turn his head-and a searing pain flooded his chest. The Raven Centuria Queen was holding his wife's severed head in her hand. Right in the middle of the battlefield, she lifted it for all to see, her face twisted with rage, and Edmund's mind was consumed by hate.