The little boy in the ice coffin had long, thick eyelashes, and his face was as gentle and serene as an angel’s. But his body was covered in the marks of the lone wolf’s bites, his limbs burnt by silver, leaving charred holes in his flesh.The werewolves around us all had expressions of sorrow and disbelief, whispering to each other."Poor little one, what did he do wrong to deserve such a brutal punishment?""He must have gone through a fierce battle, and only succumbed after falling into a silver trap."Just moments ago, Lucas had been arrogantly triumphant, but now he was retreating, terrified. He cried out and rushed to hide in Ivy’s arms, as if he were a weak prey animal.Ivy, protective of her son, screamed, "Who did this? Who is behind this cruel prank?"She quickly turned to me, "Grace, is it you? Have you gone mad? Why curse your own son? What do you want to achieve?"When she saw I didn’t react, she turned to Anthony, looking pitiful and helpless, "Anthony, please, make this
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