Unknown's POV
My eyes snapped open.
I could feel it.
Every fiber of my being knew.
Without error.
Without question.
A shadow Lycan had awoken.
The last time I had seen one was nearly two decades ago. My father had used it as a pawn for his own schemes.
But now?
Now, it pulsed through the air, heavy and undeniable.
Awake.
Pain and anguish had condensed into something darker, more menacing.
Something hungry, something capable of destruction.
Something I was happily going to exploit as soon as I got the chance.
Shadow Lycans were unique. No, not like their mutt brothers and sisters.
They could transform, yes, into beasts of shadow and immense power.
But they also carried something the rest did not: their shadow self.
Born from overwhelming emotion, anger, grief, despair, it thrived on chaos.
Capable of horrors the world wasn't ready to see.
And now, one had awakened.
Emerging from the abyss where it had lain dormant for years.
