Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir
I whisper, voice hoarse.
Lucian doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even blink.
“He’s not coming back,” I try again, softly. “It’s over.”
Still nothing.
But then I say the only word that matters.
“Seris.”
Lucian’s head snaps up.
Without a word, he turns and starts walking toward the cave, his every step heavy with grief and fatigue. The others follow, limping, bloodied, broken—but alive.
We enter the cave together.
Spellfire flickers across the damp stone walls, casting long shadows. At the center lies Seris, her body encircled by glowing runes etched into the earth. The symbols pulse like a heartbeat, their glow eerie and relentless.
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