DIMITRI'S POV

"Chains!" I roared, securing a collar of unforgiving metal around my throat.

The servants who were well-versed in this dance because it accompanied the rise of every full moon, followed my command.

Our heritage, like the first one, Lycaon, began as a curse bestowed by a mad god. Yet, we, the Lycans, had turned that curse into our strength—heightened durability, brute strength, and rapid regeneration, were all gifts that came with the curse But it was also accompanied by the ...