NARRATOR

“DONG, DONG, DONG!”

Powerful sounds began to roll through the air, sending waves out as if a giant bell were being tolled.

That signal rang across all the discovered continents, now interlaced by family alliances.

Suddenly, in different places, the landscape changed.

Reality warped as if torn by invisible giant hands.

Trees swayed hard under the magical gusts that made everything vibrate in their wake.

Portals opened and led to the same place: the castle of the Lycan King and the Selenia Queen.

Beyond the veil, the moon shimmered on the lake, the mountain crowned at its peak by the breathtaking castle of dark rock, flags dancing in the breeze.

In their mates’ swamp, Fenrir and Magnus exchanged a determined look.

They wore matching long, tailored black tunics.

Fenrir’s had beautiful red embroidery, and Magnus’s, white-silver.

Their hair was slicked back, irresistibly sexy and masculine.

They flexed their arms, ready to step through the portal with the woman who brought them in