The Witch & Lycan Prince

rfectly the night m

ation and how amazing I looked in that little pink tutu that made m

and when I could still dream, but that same night the door of our hous

tore his throat so quickly that I barely had time to cry, and his yellow teeth had already torn my mother

t monster made me watch – he was staring at me —, static against t

on that night of October 31st that my inn

forgotten by humanity," he ordered, still in his wolf form and as good soldi

smelled of feces, decomposing bodies, and dead rats. There was no

ide that place, I tho

strong that I wondered if death wouldn't be a good option, if in the

ird week,

much harder to deal with. At that time, I didn't even know that a

d to the dungeon, and I remember hearing his footsteps

to my mouth, before forcing it down my throat and trying to co

e them a name, and maybe this was one more attempt not to go crazy – but none of this made a difference, after all... time passed outside, and all I hoped for was the moment my body would give u

he world had alre

it was on a night – like the one my life was destroyed – that the bars of my

ed to me. "I can't believe that old man did it," he said, bu

truth was, I didn't eve

o..

oat screaming from the effort it took to get

a sound I hadn't heard in over ten years. "If na

body shiver and freeze, but unlike the threats and blood I received on the night my life was destroyed, now - Amon extended his hand

adise. "Then come with me, and I promise you, that old man's head is all yours," he promised me, and although an unknown voi

held Amon's hand and le

l give you your revenge, sweet... and in

mind. So... there was a pri

ed myself to say as if I was asking h

's say you'll have the blo

hesitated to answer, but the truth was that my lips arched in a way that I did

d, because blood

that damned