The battle raged within Darius’s mind.
Two dark beasts stood locked in confrontation.
Their growls reverberated through his consciousness, a constant clash of power.
A massive black wolf appeared, sleek and controlled.
It positioned itself between the Lycan beast and its adversary.
Draven, the embodiment of Darius’s wolf form, stood firm.
His gaze was steady, his posture unwavering.
He was the image of restraint, the side of Darius that kept chaos at bay.
Before him, Craven, the enormous black Lycan beast, snarled.
His fury crackled in the air like wildfire, an untamed force of nature.
The Lycan’s massive form shook with frustration.
His beastly eyes were wild with rage, teeth bared.
"As expected, you all acted like fools," Craven growled.
His voice rumbled deep within Darius’
