The Lycan King's Curse
Suppressing my desperation, I matched his casual demeanour, concealing the wild energy that surged through my veins.
As we approached the entrance to the library, Alyssa stood nervously against the wall, clutching weathered books with worn-out spines. Her eyes met ours, and a small smile danced upon her lips.
"Found something interesting, Alyssa?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of eagerness.
She nodded, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I found these old books in my attic," she replied, tightly gripping them. "They contain stories about Lycans that go back centuries."
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