Silence.
That’s what five thousand warriors sound like when a five-year-old Lycan pup growls.
Elias stood between Kade and Darius, his silver-white fur bristling, puppy teeth bared. He was the size of a regular wolf pup, but his eyes…
His eyes were a King’s.
Darius’s eyes.
"Impossible," Kade whispered, staggering back in the snow. His claws retracted. Even his Alpha aura shriveled. "Lycan pups… they were extinct. The bloodline died with—"
"With me?" Darius rose to his feet, slow, lethal. He didn’t look at Kade. He only had eyes for the pup who just saved him. "You thought I was the last, didn’t you, Kade? The last monster. The last mistake the Moon Goddess made."
Darius knelt again, holding out his hand. Elias didn’t hesitate. He trotted forward and pressed his wet nose to Dar
