“Prince Enlil never saw her again,” Kleio said. “Records indicate he chased every mention of a silver wolf, hoping to find her, but she was a ghost flitting from one battlefield to another. And her words proved correct. The prince never conceived an heir with any of his bed partners. In fact, no Lycan did. And they also lost their strength. The moon no longer enhanced their auras or attributes.”
“So sad,” Phoebe leaned against Jason as he hugged her close.
“As he neared the end of his life with no heirs in sight, Enlil called for a tournament to find the strongest Lycan to be his successor.”
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Enlil sipped his glass of ouzo, trying to savor the flavor he had always loved, but it was a hollow taste. Now it reminded him of her: her pale skin; shimmering silver-gray eyes; and her beas
