PRINCE MARROK’S POV
“Stop,” the Crown Prince commanded us. “Let them come.”
“What? Why?” Lowe asked, confusion written across his features as he turned to Kloud.
“You wanted to see my true powers, right? Let them come,” he seethed.
We stood by the pool pacing until we spotted the first rogue. They looked crazy and full of rage.
“Is it me or do these Lycans look crazier than usual?” Lowe seethed.
“It seems that our Lycan in the woods has increased the dosage,” Armand commented.
“I am eager to see your powers, Crown Prince,” I said as I watched him shift into his Lykos Lycan.
We all gasped in shock at his white fur laced with gold traces at the end. He stood tall, his height intimidating as he walked to stand in front of us. The rogue snapped and growled as they paced before us. They came toward us in large groups, and I heard the intake of breath from Lowe. But looking at the Grand Prince Ulysses Ze’ve, he looked unfazed and had a smirk on his face.