NARRATOR

Something evil was stirring in the Drakmor mountain, poisoning their minds and clouding their senses.

Especially the Alpha’s. Wounded in his soul, unable to recover from the murder of his mate—and now, his son.

Ignacio roamed the forest, his footsteps shaking the earth beneath his massive body, towering above many trees.

He had remained in his territory all these years, but ever since he banished her and watched her leave, the bond between them kept pulling him farther and farther from his domain.

His second destined female had appeared in his life.

He knew she had fled to the continent of the werewolves, and there he was, watching over the cave entrance that connected the realms.

Torn on whether or not to go after her.

Deep down, he didn’t believe she had killed their son... Ignacio wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

And when the red pupils locked onto the figure in the clearing outside the cave, his mind finally snapped into the spell’s trap.

A massive Drakmor moved fast, bla