Chapter 124
Vanya
The moment my lips parted, my voice was barely a whisper.
“Kross…”
The name slipped out like a prayer, like a tether I hoped would reach him beneath the monstrous form looming before me.
The Lycan’s eyes—those blood-red, burning eyes—snapped to mine. He was colossal, his massive frame rippling with power, fur glistening under the cursed crimson glow that bathed the arena. His chest heaved with a feral rhythm. His claws, dripping with a hunger that was not his, flexed as if tasting the air between us.
“You recognize me, don’t you?” I asked, though the question trembled as much as my hands did. I took another step forward, hope flaring against reason.
But in the very next second, he lunged.
A monstrous snarl tore from his throat as his body shot forward like a shado
