NARRATOR

In Lyra’s mind, the wolf that had saved her in the jungle slipped into her inner world, circling around Aztoria, who stared at him in fascination.

She was a big Alpha, but her mate towered over her.

They sniffed and licked each other, recognizing one another as two halves of a whole.

"I'm your mate, little one. My name is Khalum," he said, caressing her snout.

Suddenly, that wild lycan scooped Lyra into his arms, and she felt so small against the softness of his broad chest.

“Don’t cry, my beautiful Lyra, I’ll take you home,” Drakkar’s voice poured into her heart.

Why did Drakkar now look like a lycan?

Had he already been cured of his curse by absorbing that strange magic?

Lyra didn’t understand what kind of combination this was, but she snuggled against him and closed her eyes to gather strength.

His scent, his warmth, his protection... it all surrounded her and made her sigh.

“Why do you look like that, like a lycan?” she heard Aztoria ask Khalum.

“A lycan?” he tilted his f