Chapter 50

DEREK’S POV The letter arrived at the perfect moment, as if my fate itself had decided it was time for another victory. It was the Lycan King’s decree, stamped with authority. I held it in my hands as I read through it. the message was an urgent one - Assemble your troops immediately and head to the southern border. It wasn’t just a directive; it was a challenge, an opportunity. A chance for me to rise, to show that the past few months—hell, years—had been worth something. Another war. Another chance to prove myself. I sat at my desk in the study. I closed my eyes, letting the words sink in. There was a rush of adrenaline, the kind I always felt before a fight, before battle. In the chaos of war, there was clarity. I had a purpose. Unlike those empty moments spent pretending to be something I wasn't, this felt real. The sound of my own pulse pounding in my ears was the only thing I could focus on for a few seconds. My mind wandered to the last awards ceremony, where I’d been snubbed by