The Forgotten Heiress : Rise of The Lycan Queen

vanish at a v

ckers, behind the laughter, behind the thick, stifling silence of a town that never welcomed her. Invisibility wa

arved into the shape of a crescent moon-and her name, whispered by the woman who left her on the Harrow fa

rows. They

hain-smoked through soap operas and ignored Elara except when there was something to clean or some mess to blame. Three years older and perpetually cruel, Garrett

ra didn

lon

were packed with things no one ever requested-twisted ancient trees with eyes, moons fractured like glass, wolves with s

of her eight

with th

like lances of light in the dark. A silver-eyed wolf crept from the darkness, its presence terrifying and divine. It moved closer to her, a

ure dis

ers were red

n her throat. And then a feral

glowed just belo

ma

incised not into her flesh but into the air over it-such

mirror. Panic ro

Covered it. It seeped through her shir

ke a whip cracking at her door. "Wh

ing. She grabbed a hoodie, the mark

everything

Her hoodie was a coffin and armour all in one. Her skin crawled. The mark throbbed, another heartbeat. She could hea

o. She was be

smates. By no o

arving. Some

before the last

't get v

rea. She was aware of him before he moved, walking, cloaked,

lea

on her shoulder seeme

hiss, staggering as th

nother

anot

didn't pause. They arrived

legs throbbing. Branches lashed at her. Mud p

y moved

art thrashing, s

erself. With no answers. N

n-he ap

moonlight. A flash o

Drop

to escape. Was pull

dissolved

escended

her body shaki

s. He glided like a legend from times long passed, beautiful and deadly. His tone was

ou are yet," he told

r heart tightening.

e side, as though recall

l Th

if we don't go now,

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nt, Elara Moonsto

would never be