“What?” Henry’s voice was barely above a whisper.
King Markus nodded grimly. “The Lycans had put in place a mechanism, a failsafe of sorts. The moment they realized they were losing, they activated it.”
His serious eyes met Henry’s, burning with anger even after all these years. “They slaughtered their own mates. Their own offspring. Innocent lives were wiped out, all because of their fanatical belief in purity and dominance.”
Henry felt his stomach turn. “They… they murdered their own blood?”
“Yes,” the King confirmed, his voice laced with disgust. “To them, a defeated Lycan was better off dead. And any child born outside their twisted ideal of strength was seen as a weakness, a shame upon their kind. They chose to erase them rather than let them fall into enemy hands.”
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