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LyraMy father told me most things that concerned those beasts and yet, I couldn’t come to terms with it hours later. The story behind it was outrageous! I had to find a way to speak to Lord Sabeleon and make sure that my father wasn’t lying to me. Yes, he wouldn’t make that up, but I didn’t trust my father further than I could throw him when it came to the pack politics of Darkmoon. He didn’t tell me everything there was to know, he said I wasn’t ready for it now, but very soon I would be and when that time came, all I had to do was come back to him. How did he expect me to live with this curiosity? I thought I’d be able to get Malric into his bed that night, probably clear my mind up a bit because for some reason, my body seemed to crave him and him alone that night, but of course, I had been asking for just too much from him. I sighed and headed back to my room that night in a feat of rage. I refused to see Eli, even though I knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to give me the one th

AlruinIt wasn't ideal spending a night in a cage meant for dogs, but the people of Mojo Town didn't seem to care. I was their prisoner now and they were going to treat me as such, what I didn't quite understand was—why? The people kept walking by that night and whispering to themselves when they glanced at me. I felt like a spectacle, an object of ridicule for their amusement and I got fed up with it. I grabbed the steel bars of the cage and shook it with as much strength I could muster. “Hey!” I shouted at no one in particular, “let me out of here! Hey!”“You need to relax, boy,” a voice suddenly said, startling me. “You're in Mojo Town, they do things their own way. But I know what they are going to do to you for trespassing.” I frowned when I looked back and saw the man lying in another cage. His bones were sticking out of his flesh and his skin was so pale that it looked like milk. He slowly raised his head and flashed a set of decayed teeth at me. I couldn't help but wonder

MalricI stared at my watch and shut my eyes regretfully, how the hell did I allow that little detail slip?He beckoned to a waitress and then grinned at me, “Alpha Malric, you don’t do very well in disguise.” He remarked.I frowned, “I thought the identities of your clients were not supposed to be revealed.” I said sternly.He nodded, “Correct, they aren’t and they have never been. I just recognized you immediately and this time, it wasn’t the watch,” he replied and whispered something to the waitress that arrived at the table. She nodded and walked away after shooting a nervous glance at me, “let’s just say that some of us have a really good eye for spotting those who have had it easy all their lives.” I smiled, “I didn’t think a tracker would be one to play the victim card.”He took the hoodie off his head, revealing a nasty scar on his cheek to me. He was completely bald, with a dagger shaped tattoo on his mountain-built neck. His nose was like a hawk’s beak and his cold, beady e

MalricThe room became silent instantly.Tears rolled off Lyra’s cheeks, but I could see through her spurious devastation. She was brewing with triumph and excitement. I was so stunned when I saw the naked pictures of Alruin and I in the clinic. The pictures were so clear and concise, as though the person had been in the room with us. I couldn’t even think about how in the world this was possible. Could it be that Lyra had been following me this entire time? “This is impossible!” One of the elders exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock. “Diabolic!”“Preposterous!” Another remarked.Meanwhile, my father sat still, squinting at the pictures impassively. I hated the fact that I was never able to read through those emotionless eyes of his, but I knew that he was furious. He cleared his throat and looked away without saying a word. My heart was pounding, an ache at the back of my mind kept reminding me that this wasn’t a dream. My biggest secret had been exposed. A taboo in the eyes of the

Malric I walked into my father’s bedroom, shocked that he had even told the guards to allow me in.He was seated behind his table, his chair facing the other way as he coughed profusely into a handkerchief. I frowned, instantly gripped by worry and I sprang toward him, but his cold words stopped me right in my tracks. “Not one step further, Malric, if you want to keep that damn head of yours.”I sighed and frowned when he slowly turned his swivel chair and glared at me from under his eyelids. My eyes travelled to the white handkerchief in his hand, noticing the slight stain of red on it. I became even more worried, but knew that he wasn’t bluffing. My father was a man of his word and if I took another step forward, he might just come for my head. “I didn’t think you’d let me in,” I remarked, thinking he’d snarl, but his expression remained impassive. I noticed how sweaty and pale his face was all of a sudden and I panicked, “Are you okay, father? You seem a little…tired.”He sco