Dorlus' breathing quickens with regret gripping tight.
Under the crimson-piercing gaze, he could feel the Origin's blessing disappearing.
A vivid transformation unfolded before the onlookers' eyes—Dorlus' once light blue eyes, the eyes that were brimming with the Yule Moon's power, gradually shifted to a delicate shade of light yellow, the very hue that marked the lowest rank in the Werewolf hierarchy.
It was the color of an Omega.
Viewing this change, the princess closed her eyes, knowing that it was the end for Dorlus.
Fate already abandoned him.
Such a change was believed to be a sign of inevitable death.
Only a powerful Alpha could experience such a change, the moment of their death, the eyes would reflect the doom they were about to face. Dorlus himself couldn't feel this, but others watching already knew that his story ended here.
Arrogance and hatred got the best of him.