Roisin The drive to the palace was quiet—unnervingly quiet. Only the soft voice of the little girl broke the silence every now and then, asking her father a question or sharing a thought. He’d simply hum in response, barely acknowledging her. And me?He didn’t speak to me. Didn’t even look at me.Did he even like me? Did he want me around? If he did, he wasn’t doing a great job at showing it. But then again, he hadn’t rejected me either… which was something, I guess.When we finally arrived, the palace loomed ahead like something out of a dream—or a nightmare. Grand didn’t even begin to cover it.It was magnificent, massive, and intimidating. A fortress carved by time itself. The architecture was ancient yet divine, and the golden walls gleamed with intricate illustrations that told a rich, violent history—the rise of the Lycans. From primitive brutes to rulers drenched in power and glory.“Darling, please go to your room. I’ll be there soon,” the Lycan King said softly, bending down
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