Lycan King Raymond~

‘Love is weakness.’

The border stank— fear, blood, and witches chanting. My bloodied eyes thirsted to wring off their necks, watching their blood drain to the earth. And the noise throbbing in my skull rang through the woods like a war drum.

We were merged— our merged Lycan form a daunting beast. Black as night. Nine inches strong, black claws no creature can survive from. Giant, difficult to stare at. Taller than the woods, ringing loudly as the battle ...