Sold to the Lycan King
Water spilled, bones scattered, and light poured up from the crack—searing, alive, burning.
I threw my arm over my face, stumbling, but the light wrapped around me like chains. My child writhed, not in pain, but in joy. It laughed inside me, the same grinding laugh I’d heard before.
“No,” I whispered, falling to my knees. “No, not yet.”
The Bone Seer knelt in front of me, his face too close, his eyes swallowing me whole. “Yes, now.”
And then, through the blinding light, I saw him.
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