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Rylan's POVThree days. Three agonizing days of cowardice.That was how long I managed to dodge Sera. I didn't do it out of malice; I did it because every time her name crossed my mind, the echoed threats of that council chamber conversation paralyzed me. Leave or stay. Human or Lycan. Future or past. Every outcome was a weapon capable of fracturing whatever we've built.So, I defaulted to the only defense mechanism I knew. I buried myself in combat drills, scrutinized border patrol reports, and conducted midnight perimeter sweeps — anything to keep my body moving fast enough to outrun my thoughts.But Sera was infinitely sharper than me. She noticed the sudden avoidance immediately. On the first day, she tracked me to the triage center, and I slipped out the rear exit. On the second day, she intercepted me at the training ring, and I invented an urgent tactical meeting. By the third morning, she cornered me in the dining hall, and I practically fled the room.It was a pathetic disp

Lucian's POVSix years had passed…People feared me. I noticed it long before anyone thought I did. The younger lycans lowered their eyes when I passed, and warriors twice my age measured their words carefully around me. Servants grew nervous whenever shadows trailed me through the palace corridors. It wasn't entirely their fault. I understood why.The stories had grown over the years, ballooning into myth. They whispered about the boy who had stepped through shadows as a child, the boy who had helped end a war before he was old enough to comprehend it, and the boy whose raw powers had once terrified even the strongest Alphas. Most of those tales were exaggerated. Some weren't. Either way, they all led to the same result: distance. People respected me, they obeyed me, and they feared me. Very few actually knew me. And honestly? I preferred it that way. At least, that's what I told myself.The training grounds echoed with the rhythmic sound of clashing weapons as I stepped into the a

Artemis's POVI knew I was going to dislike him before I even met him.It wasn't because I was gifted with some mystical intuition, nor because my Crescent powers whispered warnings into my ear. It was simply because everyone kept talking about him. Whenever people spent that much time praising someone, disappointment was usually inevitable."The southern delegation arrives today." Mama glanced up from the documents spread across her desk.I was seated across from her, pretending to organize reports while actually doing everything in my power to avoid them. "That doesn't sound exciting enough," I sighed dramatically."It isn't the delegation." A knowing smile touched her lips. "Cassian."I groaned. The name alone had become deeply annoying. For three weeks, I had heard endless stories. Cassian this, Cassian that. The future Alpha of the Southern Territories. The brilliant warrior. The charming diplomat. The prince who could apparently talk his way out of any situation. It was exhausti

Artemis's POVSleep had become dangerous. It wasn't because of nightmares, enemies, or even the strange tension that seemed to follow me everywhere lately. No, sleep had become dangerous because every time I closed my eyes, I found myself somewhere else. And each time, the dream felt a little more real. The first time it happened, I thought nothing of it. It was just a strange dream, nothing more. Everyone had them, especially those carrying powerful bloodlines. At least, that was what my mother had always said.But this wasn't like the fragmented images or meaningless visions I had experienced as a child. This felt deliberate, purposeful.I stood in darkness. It wasn't a frightening darkness, nor was it the kind tied to Lucian’s shadows. This darkness felt ancient, soft, and endless, like standing beneath a sky before stars had ever existed. I couldn't see my body or feel the ground beneath my feet, yet somehow, I knew I wasn't alone. The certainty settled deep inside my chest: som

Xavier's POVBeing the Lycan King taught you many things: patience, discipline, control, and the critical ability to read people long before they spoke. It was a necessary skill when leading a kingdom, a survival tactic when raising children, and an absolute requirement when one of those children happened to be Lucian.Most people looked at my son and saw raw, intimidating power. They saw the shadows, the unyielding calm exterior, the future Alpha, and the royal heir. I saw something else. I saw every minute change, every emotional shift, and every subtle crack in the walls he had spent years building around himself.Which was exactly how I knew something had fundamentally changed.The realization struck me one afternoon as I stood overlooking the training grounds from the palace balcony. Below us, warriors sparred in organized groups, commands echoing through the dust of the arena in their usual structured chaos. Lucian stood near the center of it all, observing, correcting, and teac