Curse of a Lycan Luna
“So, if most people can’t tell a lycan by scent, how do you prove to people you’re not just a werewolf?”
This was an easy question, and I greatly looked forward to her reaction. Rarely did I want to reveal my true nature, my objectives were often better reached with the secrecy, but sometimes it proved useful. I returned my attention to her, giving her a sardonic grin, and let my wolf push forward just enough. My eyes glowed a bright gold, enhanced from the humanoid hazel.
I watched, as her expression shifted, first to curiosity, and then abject horror.
Maise finished what was left of the beer in one chug, confirming the answer I would get to the question I was about to ask.
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