The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
He was completely captivated by her, every movement, every gesture igniting a fire within him that he had never known.
A young Visenya closed her eyes, a radiant smile adorning her lips as she lifted her arms in a graceful gesture, as if she, too, possessed wings. To him, she embodied everything magical and enchanting in the world. And now, Visenya was aware of the profound impact this memory had on him, how this chance encounter had imprinted itself upon his soul, forever shaping his perception of her.
Later that day, a young Lucian was fueled by his insatiable curiosity and found himself drawn to Visenya like a moth to a flame. He followed her through the forest near her childhood home, th