The years had softened the edges of war and fire. Where once the castle halls echoed with the clashing of blades, roaring challenges, and whispered schemes, they now resonated with warmth and laughter. Time had changed the Lycan Kingdom, and it had changed Damian and Skye too.
They were no longer the fiery youth who had fought tooth and claw to claim their destiny. The Alpha King and his Luna had grown older—gracefully, yet with the weight of the years etched upon their features. Damian’s once-jet hair, thick and wild, now bore streaks of silver that glinted under the candlelight. His broad shoulders, though still powerful, carried the quiet dignity of a ruler nearing the end of his reign. Skye, once timid and scarred from her past, had blossomed into a regal queen. Her beauty had not fad
