Chapter 119
Kross
My father’s words had been echoing in my head long before I stepped into this trial, but now they struck harder, clearer, like a truth carved in iron.
If I win, I would not only emerge an Alpha.
I could come out as a Lycan.
Not the kind the legends spat venom about. Not the beast with red eyes and blackened claws, tearing through villages at Rufina’s whim. No—something different. Something the stories had buried beneath centuries of fear. A protector.
But my father never wanted me to be just that. Protector was too small a word for his ambition. He wanted me to be feared, to carry the weight of the Lycan name not as a shield but as a sword sharp enough to slice through kingdoms. He wanted me to rise as something greater than an Alpha, greater even than the wolves th
