The full moon rose high in the sky the next night, fat and glowing like a watchful eye over the darkened forest. A quiet stillness covered the land, deceptive and heavy, as if nature itself was holding its breath.
But beneath that stillness, something stirred.
In the shadows surrounding Lucas's palace, lycans moved like smoke—silent, lethal, and unseen. Disguised in the clothes of merchants, travelers, and cloaked strangers, they had arrived days earlier. They had blended into the backdrop of the kingdom, invisible to the untrained eye.
Draka had prepared them well. Months of planning had led to this moment.
Tonight, it would end.
Kaen, his most loyal spy, trusted by Lucas, favored by his court, had laid the groundwork. The trap had been set deep within the very heart of the kingdom.
