RYKER’S POV

The celebration was long gone. Not when walls and sand were bathed in blood and bodies of Lycans. We had lost a few soldiers who stood guard by the wall.

They had not joined the celebration under my stern instructions, so it was quite strange to find them falling without even a single cry of warning.

“Magic,” Xavier spoke beside me. I turned slightly to look at him. We both exchanged a look, and he continued.

“They have some form of magic. It sometimes makes them ...