The Lycan's Curse
The white-haired lord of a dust blown to the hellish, and it burning even fast!
The words of the seductive woman of that night came across his mind, and he shiver to his knees. He murmur shakily, slowly turning his attention to the far, “You... You plan this, Priestess...”
“It's Serya, honey,” she coldly reply, gone the dark lady and slowly regain the bitch of existence. Her hatred towards the young man appear like it ever there the whole time.
The white army glare the same, turning their head to the mountaintop. They whisper, bask with destructive light, “Alphas, betas, all of the same feather of a shifter... The sky may reveal your deepest sin...”
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