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Elyra drifted into sleep reluctantly, her mind heavy with the weight of the day. Yet, as the darkness of unconsciousness took her, she found herself standing in a surreal landscape-an endless expanse of moonlit silver grass, the air thick with the scent of jasmine.

A figure emerged from the mist, his presence both commanding and strangely comforting. He was tall, his features sharp yet alluring, his eyes glowing like embers against his dark skin. Elyra instinctively knew who he was: the Lycan King.

"You came," he said, his voice smooth as velvet, filled with dark promise. He stepped closer, the faint scent of cedar and something primal reaching her.

"I didn't..." Elyra stammered, taking a step back.

"You belong here, Elyra," he murmured, his gaze locking with hers. "You've always belonged to me. To us. Why deny it?"

don't belong to anyone," she replied, her

chuckled softly, the sound wrapping around her like a caress. "Ah, but your power, your very essence, calls to me. You can feel it, can't

closing the space between them. Elyra felt her resolve waver as his hand brushed against her cheek, his touch cool and electric. "I

fleeting moment, Elyra's body betrayed her, leaning into his touch. But then she saw a flicker of something in his eyes-malice hidden

stepping back. "You can't manipulate

King's expression darkened, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "You'll see the truth soon enough. And when you do, you'll come

into cold darkness. She gasped awake, her heart

through the haze. He was at her side instantly, his hands

him," she whispered, her voice breaking. "The Lycan King. He

find the words. Dain's jaw clenched, his orange eyes blazing

firmly, his voice steady despite the rage simmering

his gaze grounding her. Without thinking, she leaned into him, her hands gripping his shirt as if he were the

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