Ulric Bloodfang, The Lycan King
Theodore Caldwell's voice grated on my lycan ears like the screech of a dying beast. Every word of his carefully constructed speech was designed to exert control, to assert the dominance of his fragile human world over ours. As he droned on about "security protocols" and "containment procedures," a sneer curled my lips.
My kind had ruled for centuries, surviving conquests, betrayals, and countless attempts to break our spirit. Here I was, Ulric Bloodfang, King of Falir, and this self-important bureaucrat rattled on about cameras and electrified fences, as if they were some sort of magical shields.
The Kings around me, Draven and Damien, radiated a similar contempt. Our collective impatience grew with every word Caldwell spoke, but I forced myself to en
