Sold to the Lycan King
Her hollow self shrieked, split apart, and vanished in a storm of bone dust.
Morwenna slumped into me, trembling, gasping. “You—idiot.”
“Had to remind you,” I rasped, my blood staining her shoulder. “You’re still mine.”
Her eyes met mine, wide, wet, furious, and alive. For a moment—just one moment—we weren’t soldiers, weren’t pawns. We were just two broken souls clinging to each other in the wreckage.
And then the Bone Seer moved.
He had not fallen. He had not even lifted a finger. He simply raised his hand, and from the altar, something began to rise.
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