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    Rowell’s expression hardened in an instant, his eyes turning cial. His hand drifted to the hilt of the sword at his waist, his voice dropping to a menacing growl. “If you’re hell-bent on forcing your way through, don’t me me when I stop holding back.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    The atmosphere buzzed with palpable tension, heavy with the unspoken threat of chaos. Both sides stood rigid, locked in a silent confrontation, resembling fragile sculptures teetering on the brink of copse.


    My hands grew mmy, a tide of apprehension surging through me.


    I cast a wary nce at the drama unfolding around us, inching closer to Amon. In a voice barely above a whisper, I asked, “Amon, who is this Rowell? His power seems almost otherworldly.”


    Amon’s expression was somber, his forehead creased, his eyes fixed on Rowell. “He is the king’s mightiest champion,” he replied softly. “His prowess is remarkable, rivaling that of the three princes.”


    Matching the three princes?


    My pulse quickened, pounding against my chest.


    No surprise then that Rowell exuded such a menacing aura from the moment Iid eyes on him. He was undeniably a formidable presence.


    Leonardo certainly surrounded himself with extraordinary allies. It shed light on why Cody, despite his defiant spirit, had hesitated before making a move.


    As Amon and I spoke, Rowell’s piercing gaze suddenly fixed on me.


    His eyes narrowed, a dangerous spark flickering within them. “And who might this be?” he scoffed. “Did you bring ady along for a stroll in the park, Your Highnesses?”


    He paused, his gaze sweeping over our group with deliberate intent. “Let me be clear, Your Highnesses: this is no ce for a carefree jaunt. I would advise you to retreat to where you belong.”


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    His taunt ignited a fire in the three princes.


    Dominic’s typically stoic features tightened, his eyes zing with indignation. “How dare you!” he bellowed.


    His voice reverberated like a storm’s rumble, brimming with wrath and authority.


    With a swift motion, the soldiers at his back morphed, their forms stretching and twisting into a pack of formidable wolves. Their coats bristled, deep growls vibrating in their throats as they sprang toward Rowell and his crew.


    Rowell’s demeanor darkened, a ruthless edge sharpening his expression. “Very well, Your Highnesses. Don’t im I didn’t give you fair warning.”


    He raised his voice,manding, “Strike! Spare no one!”


    In a burst of brilliance, his own troops shifted, mirroring the transformation of the princes’ soldiers. They became a snarling horde of wolves, charging forward, their fangs gleaming.


    “Awooo!” Rowell’s howl sliced through the air, rattling the leaves above.


    I couldn’t tear my eyes away as his form expanded, his already towering figure growing even more imposing. His ck armor splintered apart, giving way to a sleek, ebony pelt. His limbs bulged with raw power, his ws glinting like daggers. His wolfish eyes burned with a terrifying intensity.


    I stood awestruck. Beyond the princes, I had never witnessed such amanding wolf.


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