The Kings Omega
Drea Draynethe lycan kingmy personal lycan king
And she was on the other end.
The heavy oak doors of the throne room groaned open, the sound unnaturally loud in the silence. Valen’s second-in-command, a grizzled veteran named Roric, stood in the doorway, his face pale, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He looked as though he had just seen a ghost.
"Your Majesty," he said, his voice a low, hesitant rasp. "Are you… are you alright?"
Kaelen looked up, his eyes burning with a new, more dangerous light. The mask of the king was back in place, but it was different now. It was no longer a shield, but a weapon. "I am better than I have been in weeks, Commander. What news?"
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