Chapter 72 The King

• The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos and violence as the armies of Amnir clashed with Sandro's forces at the Povoya River. The once peaceful waters churned with the blood of both elves and werewolves.
• Luca, his lycan from towering a muscular snout at Sandro, his lips pulling back to reveal razor-sharp fangs. His golden eyes were filled with a mixture of fury and pain. “
• You've taken everything from me,” Luca growled, his voice deep and menacing. “My parents, my peace, my trust. But today, Sandro, it ends.” Sandro's lips twisted into a cruel smile, his own form hawking and feral, a twisted reflection of Luca's. “You still don't understand, do you? Look,” Sandro snared, this isn't just about you, Luca. This is about power, and I'll show you who truly commands it.”