NARRATOR

Agile shadows slipped through the interior of the Drakmor mountain, left unguarded as its warriors answered Ignacio’s call.

Following the trail of powerful energy that made their animal hearts thrum, the lions found, submerged in a deep well of black waters, the fragment of the Heart of the Beast.

“Pull the ice, hurry!” the king himself had come for that dangerous task.

Nervously, they kept watch in case the Drakmors returned or the females guarding their pups noticed that the back of the mountain was being undermined by intruders.

Héctor’s dark eyes—the current lion monarch—shone with excitement.

He had finally found something to strengthen his race.

It hadn’t taken much for Edmund to bring him to his side.

Héctor deeply hated the prince of the werewolves, Aidan Walker, the supposed best friend of Queen Zeraphina.

Zera, his mate, his beloved queen who had stood faithfully by his side all these years... but Héctor knew the truth.

Deep down, she had never been able to forget h