Mistaken by fate ( the Lycans curse)

a's

I whIsper, my voice h

sn't loo

utters, and

pared to the fIre tearIng across my scalp as he drags me by the haIr. My skIn s

o cry. Godd

y fall silently, mingling wIth the crimson drippin

I ca

breath I take, dulling my senses, robbIng me of str

paIn, one question claws

risoner in the kingd

her. Just trying to bring

t's how long I'v

ogue dens, bribed traders, snuck through borders, even stoo

i

y mirror.

ble thread would tug at my chest and say she's here. But the tru

I foun

believed him. I wanted to. His voice was steady, his eyes kind-t

me like garbage to

till-I thin

e sh

he's

e born

committed the unthinkable-she lov

itor to the Lycan bloodline. They burned her in fr

Lira didn'

an. That night,

us, not just because of what we

ycan family was wiped out. No su

ed daughters. W

ink it

know b

was

n capital to find

to Jack's trap like

ded off like a package

eered, his laughter a cruel reminder of my vulnerability, of the fact that, wit

as a tombstone. Thick beard. Braided sil

t look at me as he spoke, as though I were nothing more than a cargo to be hang

unyielding. He looked me over, studying me with a detached s

oth that i was past the age to gain my wolf, and yet here i was, wolf

ycan?" The

almost smirking. "T

nger's mouth curled i