DEXTER GRAY'S POV
Those good-for-nothing lycans. I groaned as I kept limping. I wasn’t satisfied that I couldn’t get Aurora’s powers. That lycan king had rendered me weak. I should never have owed him s**t.
I reached the gates of Velmoria, the forests were dying, rivers drying, animals dying and it was dreadful. I loved it.
The market sellers were in chains, new warriors marched the streets, and nobody was goofing around. We finally had some order.
“Hey, move it!” A werewolf warrior shoved me from the back.
“Watch who you’re messing with.” I gave him one glance, and he started screaming.
I was still able to melt werewolves from the inside—my powers were just limited, never to be used outside the kingdom.
“Make it stop!” the man cried out.
“Oh fine… you’re such a crybaby.” I dismiss
