NARRATOR

Lavinia was now sharper and more powerful than ever.

They left the palace in silence, leaving strict orders not to disturb the royal quarters under any circumstances.

"I feel it deeper in the jungle," the sorceress told them, pointing toward a shadowy stretch under the massive trees.

"There are extremely dangerous animals in there. I’ll go first," Drakkar said, immediately shifting into his war form.

Lavinia secretly watched him in awe.

Despite what Lyra had told her, she had always believed Drakkar was some lost son of Eryon.

After all, no one in this continent had ever evolved into a lycan on their own. But now that she was seeing him… they looked nothing alike.

In fact, with all the power he had absorbed, Drakkar practically had to push trees out of the way just to keep walking.

His steps left deep marks in the damp ground, his dominant, wild aura spreading for miles, scaring off every possible threat.

Even the beasts lowered their heads when he passed. He was more incredi