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Cedrick shouted at his son.

Aidan’s blue pupils narrowed on the beast cutting through the icy mist, coming to tear a piece off him.

With a feral roar, the ice lycan lunged head-on again, but in just a blink, something stopped the fight completely.

Surprisingly, this time it wasn’t the women.

A structure rose between them, emerging from the ground.

It looked like tangled roots forming a gate, but if you looked closely, they weren’t roots—they were arms.

Aidan and Cedrick both hit it with full force.

With the kind of destructive energy they were carrying, it should’ve turned to pulp… yet the wall of flesh held its ground.

“What the hell?” Aidan thought, feeling grossed out by the grotesque thing.

He looked up, even more surprised.

Standing atop the massive structure… was a man.

His aura smelled like… blood.

Black hair. Blood-red killer eyes.

“Aldric, if you’re done playing, I need the family’s help... I found a portal to Victoria.”

The Lycan King went serious right away.

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