Blood on the Glacier

The resurrection of the Lycan King was a terrifying spectacle of primeval wrath. With a deafening roar that shattered the crystal chandeliers and blew out the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall, Valerius surged to his feet. He did not merely shift; he exploded into his legendary form—the colossal, ten-foot-tall White-Mane Lycan King, a mythical juggernaut of pure muscle, silver fur, and lethal claws whose very presence made the stones…