Chapter 3

Arthur Lynn stepped into view, clad in a dark long coat.

His silver gray hair swirled in the wind.

He was the last heir of the Royal House of Lycan, a line thought to have vanished ages ago.

He advanced toward the altar with deliberate steps and the heavy pressure in the air intensified with each stride.

Vincent gritted his teeth, struggling not to bow his neck in submission.

"Arthur, this is a matter for my pack," Vincent roared, his eyes bloodshot.

Arthur didn't spare him a glance.

He stopped in front of me, looking down at my mangled, blood-soaked…