Chapter 85 The Lycan King Is Dead

• Micah’s POV
• I stand at the edge of the bed, my heart pounding, watching Fiona's body convulse. It's a painful yet fascinating sight. Her bones contort, and I clench my fists to my sides, fighting the urge to reach out and ease her pain. This is something she must endure alone, her transition, her victory.
• As the transformation continues, I can feel the tension in the air. I know exactly what is about to happen. She's going to shift into her wolf, and I can barely contain my excitement. The anticipation builds, and then, in an explosion of fur and magic, she stands before me as a beautiful white wolf. The light of the room dances off her pristine coat, and I'm momentarily breathless.