-NIA’S POV-
Reporters and media people ran with their cameras and microphones, chanting his name. ‘Lykoan! Lykoan!’
My lungs stopped working. My eyes bulged, and my mouth opened wider than a zombie’s in awe.
The wild fandom created a big commotion as they excitedly occupied the street side, pavement, and steps of the hotel. Half of them had their phones high in the air. They blocked the road like Lykoan was a godsend that they hadn’t seen in decades.
Even from here, I could feel his aura permeating as powerful as a hunter. So deadly and dangerous, piqued with irritation. The power he yielded, that he emanated through simply existing, was breathtaking, alluring, and most terrifying.
That did not stop the anxious mob. Perhaps they were used to him by now.
The growing clamor of the imp
