The Chronicles of Lycanthorin

alls of the Lycanthorin palace. Warriors' screams ricocheted through the corridors, their bodies crumpling as the enemy surged forward-ruthless, unstoppable. King Aldric Lycanth

fight. The darkness struck harder. Shadowed claws of magic shredded his defenses. He roared, fire flaring in a desperate surge, but it sputtered, sapped by the bond's cruel pull. The ground cracked beneath him, a faint echo of his fading might. Beside him, his son snapped. Fifteen-year-old Valrik Lycanthorin, silver eyes glowing as Draeven snarled within. "I won't let you die!" he growled, voice cracking with rage. Queen Selene-bleeding, her body broken, yet clinging to life-gripped his arm with trembling hands. Her voice rasped, fierce despite the pain. "You are our future, Valrik-" A wave of black magic crashed through the hall. Selene's words choked off as shadowed claws tore into her chest. Her heart stilled, and Aldric's bond snapped-a hollow, shattering void. His fire snuffed