Willow POV I stand outside of the Royal Lycan mansion. I haven’t been here in years. My mother makes a point to come to see me at the Moonstone Pack, just so I don’t have to relive the horrors that I suffered here under the rule of my uncle. But now that his son has taken the throne, I am told things are different. Faris Jr was raised by his mother and mine. An unlikely pair, but despite their differences, Faris Jr turned out to be nothing like his father. Lycan City is beginning to prosper again, and all of the underground dealings that my uncle made have stopped. Lycan City is clean and respectable once again. I finally gather the nerve to knock on the door, and it swings open wide. My mother is standing on the other side with tears in her eyes. She has always been a crier. She doesn’t look any different than the last time I saw her. She hasn’t aged a bit. Her hair is still black, and her eyes are still bright green. I guess there are some perks to being a lycan-wit

Nico POV I look up at the sign of the dirty, run-down bar. Wolf’s Den. None of the neon glows in the sign anymore. The windows are boarded up, and it doesn’t look like anyone has been inside for years. The last time I was here, I came for a prophecy. The witch behind the bar had fiery red hair and dark eyes. She didn’t give me the prophecy I expected. I expected her to tell me that my sons would help to overthrow the Lycan reign, and we would take over as rulers of the shifter world. Instead, she told me that two of my sons would turn against me. It wasn’t hard to guess which two it would be. Dainn and Deimos were already showing signs of wanting change. They wanted our pack to be more accepting. Damon was still young enough for me to shape and mold into my own image. I decided at that moment that I would kill them both. Then that bitch told me that I couldn’t kill them without risking my own life. I knew I would have to find someone to kill them for me. Now, I am b

Deimos POV I am standing on the front porch of the pack house, staring out at a mass of lycan warriors. King Faris Jr is standing at the front, commanding his forces. Ace is standing at my side with his mouth wide open. Ace nudges me on the shoulder, and I tear my eyes away from the army in front of me. “Did you know that they were coming?” He asks. I can only shake my head. When Willow said that Faris Jr was going to take care of the Nico problem, I had no idea that it was going to be this. I walk down the stairs of the porch and stand at Faris Jr’s side. As I approach him, I bare my neck in submission. “What is all this?” I ask Faris Jr. “I am here to help you,” Faris Jr replies with a smile on his face. “This isn’t your fight,” I remind him. “It became my fight when Nico recruited lycans,” Faris Jr growls. “I have to remind my citizens of their place.” “When is Nico coming?” I ask. “That’s the thing,” Faris Jr says hesitantly. “I am not sure if he is brav

Deimos POV Willow jumps right into the action. Balls of flames burst from her hands and they hit the enemies in the chest. The fire engulfs their bodies and immediately turns them into piles of ash. Once the flames ruin their target they fly through the air, back into Willow’s hands. She is miraculous to watch. Ripping off my shirt, I leap into the air. Before my feet hit the ground, Duko has taken control. His paws hit the ground with a thud and a fearsome growl leaves his lips. Several of Nico’s warriors turn and look in my direction. I have never faced a lycan before, but they are much more terrifying than I expected. They look kind of like a wolf standing on two feet, but their limbs are long and gangly. Terrifying claws extend from the end of their human-like hands. Several of them surround Duko, and I have to push back the fear that is building in my chest. A lycan standing before me looks at me, and an awkward smile spreads across his grotesque face. With

Liz POV I don’t look over my shoulder to see what Faris Jr is doing, but by the look on Nico’s wolf’s face, it is horrific. I can tell that Nico’s wolf wants to run from the Lycan King, but something is keeping him here. He has to know that this is a battle he cannot win, but it appears he is willing to die trying. Something furry brushes up against my leg, and I glance down to see Duko standing at my side. He looks awful. Deep cuts are oozing across his black fur, and chunks of flesh are missing from his body. I don’t know how he is still standing. ‘I’ve got it from here,’ Deimos voice breaks through my mind. But I don’t move from my protective stance. ‘You are injured.’ ‘I have been worse,’ Deimos lies to me. ‘This is my fight, not yours.’ I know I have to back away. Deimos needs to be the one to kill his father. After everything he has been through, he deserves that much. Nico’s wolf is pawing at the ground, growling at Duko. They are getting ready to attack ea