Mistaken by fate ( the Lycans curse)

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, but it was nothing compared to the way his fingers gripped my hair, yanking me forward like I was a sack of meat. Ev

ks and dripped onto the filthy ground, mingling with the blood from the cuts and scrapes etched into my bare legs. I want

onger they stayed on, the weaker I felt. It wasn't just the pain, it was the dulling of my senses, the

d like a criminal in a king

it come

ent chasing shadows and whispers, clinging to the fragile hope that she's still alive. I scoured abandoned villages, rogue hi

I've lost my mind, like I don't even know who I am anymore. I've screamed the truth, spat it in his face

not the one they're hun

oesn't see

e're twin daugh

ingly gifted. A member of the Ancient Council, a secretive group that gove

d to lov

en as a weakness, a taint, something that must be purged. To the Lycans, mingling wit

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tion. I was five when I watched them burn her alive. They said it was tradition, but all I saw was murder. That was the

Marked as outcasts. Cursed by our mother's blood. Hunted by wolves

o belong. But Lira... she was different. Fire lived in her bones. She refused to cowe

's what

ed to the Council, was wiped out. Slaughtered in one night. No survivors. No mercy. And som

ink it

now it

twin sister, the other half of my soul, is alive, and dangerous. And I

, but desperation outweighs fear. I'd been tracking rumors of a rogue with silver eyes,

e. Said he wanted to help. I believed him

ge through the heart of a fortr

" I whisper, voice

't look at

wanted so badly to believe there were still good wolves in this world, w

t another mask

walls. My legs are raw from the stone scraping against them, but I no

n catch my breath, I'm shoved through an iron door into an open courtyard. Rain fa

n thick cords, each one adorned with silver beads. He looks more like a barbarian than a soldier,

erent. Like I'm not a person, just

voice is gravel, rough and dr

the last Luna Lycan. No wolf,

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arly extinct. Luna Lycans were once guardians of balance, born during rare lunar eclipses,

ther w

Lira and I a

He tilts my face, fingers calloused and cold. I want to flinch

sks, turning sl

"Should've shifted by now. Nothing. Just

both

on't fe

ure building behind my ribs. I feel it more every day, a

s wa

... I don't know

or open. Without a word, he lifts me effortle

t behind me, seali

chest heaving, wrists b

side, somet

ing an