The Cursed Lycan Princess: Chosen By The Alpha
“This is my mom’s favorite soup. She always makes it for the warriors when they return from battle. It’ll help your wolf heal faster.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, glancing down at the greenish-yellow contents of the plate. The sight of it made my stomach churn uneasily, a wave of reluctance washing over me. Despite that, I added, “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. But… I don’t even know your name.”
Her gaze fell, and for a fleeting moment, I caught the shadow of guilt and pain in her eyes. When she finally looked up, her voice was barely above a whisper. “Light. My name is Light.”