Ashley's POV
Dante moved like a force of nature, a blur of power and anger that tore through the darkness. He wasn't just a Lycan King anymore—he was something more, something ancient and frightening. I could barely track his movements as he lunged at Marcus, who snarled in surprise and rage.
Marcus tried to respond, but Dante was on him in a heartbeat, slamming him into the stone wall with a force that shook the entire dungeon. Dust rained down from the roof as the two Lycans clashed, their growls echoing off the cold stone walls.
"Get up!" Dante roared, his voice a low, dangerous growl that sent shivers down my spine. His eyes blazed with a fire that I'd never seen before, an untamed power that made my heart race. "Fight me, you coward!"
