“Dad…” Myra whimpers, Markus’ face crumbles, his eyes light up, and, for the first time in years, he can finally breathe as he passes his hands through the open bars, tracing her face with his trembling fingers. “Myra? Oh God, Myra… How we tried to keep them from you,” he murmurs, as Myra shakes her head in disbelief, grabbing for her father’s hands, tears falling from his eyes. “How, Dad...how are you here? How are you still alive after all this time?” Myra cried, tears streaming down her face, as Markus’ face, too, was filled with tears, his eyes yearning to hug his child, even though they were separated by prison cells. “Tell me everything,” she begs her father. “My dear baby girl, Daddy is so sorry for not protecting you and your mother,” he mutters. “I should have told you about them, but we wanted you to grow up normally, since you were only half lycan and showed no signs of the traits,” he explained. Your mother was so happy that you didn’t have any lycan traits because
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