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This time, Zarek would personally go in search of any sign of his daughter.

“The Spectral King having an existential crisis,” the lycan twins chuckled under their breath at their father's venomous words.

Whatever Silas did was always wrong in his eyes.

“Well, he better leave some for me. I came to have fun, not to watch him wipe out every enemy in one shot,” the huge redheaded twin, Fenrir, cracked his neck while resting a massive double-edged axe on his shoulder.

Behind him, Beof and Quinn popped his knuckles. Their warrior spirits were definitely switched on.

The serious Magnus, the other lycan prince, stared through the dark, unstable portal.

He hated all that magic stuff. They weren’t like their sister Sigrid.

Why the hell couldn’t they just jump through a normal hole?

Another one who was about to dive in was Drakkar.

His chest pounded like crazy, desperately drawn to that frozen magic.

With Lyra safe and staying behind at the palace, he could unleash his wild, bloodthirs