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Chapter 43: Lyros.

I watch as she walks away with Raymel and Raymel's father walks up to me.

Galan has always been an oddity among the rest of the Lycan tribes. The others think he poses no particular threat to whatever it is they're cooking up in their clans but I know reverse is the case.

Galan might be the deadliest of them all and unlike them, he doesn't wear his power over his shoulders. Not in his stance and not in his gaze. Not in his appearance and certainly not in the color of his eyes.

He's standing beside me, leaning over the rail, in a shirt and shorts.

"Aren't you going to acknowledge a fellow king, Lyros of the north?"

Maybe in his tone one could catch a glimpse of the power this man wields but even then, his tone is light, jesting, testing, waiting for an entry.

"Good morning to you, King Galan of the corridor."

He chuckles and shakes his head ruefully.

"I think it's better if you omit the title and stuff. I'm still regular old Galan."

"You sure don't look like you're old."

Another chuckl
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