DEREK’S POV
The letter arrived at the perfect moment, as if my fate itself had decided it was time for another victory.
It was the Lycan King’s decree, stamped with authority.
I held it in my hands as I read through it. the message was an urgent one - Assemble your troops immediately and head to the southern border.
It wasn’t just a directive; it was a challenge, an opportunity. A chance for me to rise, to show that the past few months—hell, years—had been worth something.
Another war. Another chance to prove myself.
I sat at my desk in the study. I closed my eyes, letting the words sink in.
There was a rush of adrenaline, the kind I always felt before a fight, before battle.
In the chaos of war, there was clarity. I had a purpose.
Unlike those empty moments sp
