Chapter 41. The Rightful Heiress

“The Cold Queen Was Hiding A little Girl Inside Her Who Was Afraid Of People Hurting Her.”

Darach’s gaze was locked on the woman in front of him. The woman who had transformed into a lycan, not a regular lycan she had transformed into the beast that even Darach’s own fear.

The space between them hummed with something ancient — a presence that felt older than any of their grudges. It pressed into Darach like a memory he couldn’t shake, as if the air itself remembered a time before all the betrayals and blood.

She was three times bigger than her 5.2 height, her nails had transformed into lethal claws and an image of her beast was flickering on her face.

Even the night around them seemed to hold its breath. The faint rustle of distant trees, the whisper of the wind — every small sound became part of the tableau, emphasizing the enormity of what stood before him. Her shadow stretched long and false across the ground, swallowing small details like a tide.