Chapter 7: The Lycan King

**Thelma Zane’s POV** A tall man entered the room, his commanding presence instantly making the spacious chamber feel smaller. His aura was so overwhelming that I found it hard to look away, though I didn’t dare meet his eyes directly. “Helena, that’s enough,” he said, his deep voice gentle yet firm as he approached the woman who had been crying beside me. With a tenderness that seemed out of place for someone of his stature, he wrapped his arms around her trembling frame. “Don’t embarrass yourself in front of the children,” he added, softly stroking her back until her sobs began to subside. As her crying quieted, he shifted his attention to me. His gaze was intense, searching, and filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite name. From the pocket of his immaculate coat, he produced a folded piece of paper. His hands trembled slightly, though he tried to appear composed. “Hello, Daughter,” he said, his voice steady despite the faint quiver of his hands. “I know this must be over