The Lycan King's Curse
"I followed your advice, and we came here, only to find no one. We are going to the Northern border to support Sergeant Cole and the rest of the pack. That's final!"
The curse surged through my veins, a relentless force that compelled me to obey Lyra's command. Agonizing pain radiated from my chest as I resisted its hold, my face contorting with the struggle. A low, guttural growl escaped my lips, muffled by the enveloping shadows, as Lyra stormed off, trailed by the warriors.
The inner turmoil intensified, the curse tightening its grip on my very being. It clawed at my essence, demanding unwavering compliance with her will. Each pulsation of pain seared through my chest, an unyielding remin
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