The Cursed Lycan Princess: Chosen By The Alpha
Thanos stood near a mirror, his back to me, doing something I couldn’t quite make out.
“Thanos…” I began, my voice barely a whisper, but before I could say more, he turned.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. His eyes wasn't the brown ones I knew, but instead they were red like mine and gleamed in the low light, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he stared directly at me.
“Hello, Lyra,” he said, his voice smooth yet charged with menace. He took a step toward me, his crimson gaze locking onto mine.