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"No, no, it's her father!" she answered Soul, trying to fix things before they escalated too far.

Beof immediately suspected the attacker's identity, and his wolf also recognized the scent. But there was a difference between not fighting to the death with his dear father-in-law and letting himself be slaughtered in the garden.

"Listen to me, Regent, I can explai—DAMN IT!"

No explanations, no chance—Elliot, in his dark lycan form, charged at him like an unstoppable locomotive.

"Papa, no!" Amara screamed, scrambling up from where she had fallen on the grass, watching in horror as her father—fully transformed into his lycan form—was tearing into her mate, who was enduring every kind of injury in his human form.

She had to step in.

Her father wouldn’t listen to Beof’s explanations, nor did he seem to care that Beof wasn’t shifting out of respect.

She got to her feet, determined to shift and intervene.

"No, no, let them settle their differences. That’s how males do it," Nyx and Vi