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“If she’s protecting Nico, that means I can’t have the Lycan king’s throne and it’s the same person that should be worshiped? Why? We can always find a way to kill her, I don’t care what she is.” “She’s a sacred hybrid, Marcus, she’s a god. Her type is called Mansutra, she has the power to bring all creatures under her control. She’s way more important than to be killed. She can only be killed by her lover or her parents or when she dies a natural death. Like I said, her kind comes only once in a century.” Alaina smiled as she conveyed her research to Marcus, she seemed to be happy. “So are you saying that we can use her to our advantage?” Marcus asked and Alaina nodded.

She gasped, staring at the silver eyes' beast of the beast. Ogar’s eyes widened as he stared at the creature. It was a Lycan “Kill him!” Ogar barked at his men. The werewolves attacked, lunging forward, but the Lycan tore into them with savage fury. Kimberly scrambled back, watching in stunned horror as claws and fangs clashed, blood spraying across the forest floor. One by one, the werewolves fell until only Ogar remained. The Alpha was panting, his face twisted with rage as he glared at the Lycan.

I'm very proud of her. Lycaon continued to look suspicious. - It was a source of pride for me because it just proves how perfect she is. – Ayla smiles. She is the only priest of all the covens in the world who is not a pure witch. She is a hybrid, between a witch and a werewolf. Lycaon opens his eyes and mouth wide and looks between the two women. - If your destiny is to die soon, I think you deserve to meet my daughter. Lycaon falls on his ass onto the chair that was fortunately behind his back.

We both deserved better. I sat down on my bed and exhaled deeply. I slipped back into my wonder. Was Kristen going to be back from his meeting anytime soon? I really needed to ask him about this Don De la Vega. I wanted to be sure that I was going to work for a good person. I lay on my bed and admired the ceiling. It was simply beautiful and stunning. The patterns felt like they told a hidden story. Every now and then, it seemed like I could make out the pattern of an angel or ancient Lycan. They were a lot of moon engravings and I think I saw a figure that resembled the Moon-Goddess.

"So you three are like actual werewolves? As in shapeshifters? Full moons, silver bullets, nine yards? They all nodded their intense gaze unwavering. A strangled laugh escaped my lips. "Werewolves?" I shook my head in disbelief. "So what's next? For me to believe vampires and witches are real too?" "We know how it sounds," Caleb chimed in, his roguish grin doing little to mask the worry in his blue eyes. "Crazy, right? But you have to believe us, babe. You're our Luna, our mate, bound to us by magic older than civilization itself."

– I use my Alpha tone “That doesn’t work with me Alpha, you can use that tone of voice as much as you like, I am not a wolf, and I don’t obey you” The council has one member of each species, I command our council, we have one representative from the wolves, one from the vampires, one from the angels, one from the demons, one from the humans and we have one from the witches. Why the fuck would they want her seat? “You know that Lorena is the voice of the Witches” – I say

Dominic concluded. “Those notorious jerks. They don’t stop causing trouble even after being expelled from our packs,” said Levi Russo, the lycan Alpha of the Tenebrus Dusk pack. “These rogues are ruining the reputation of lycans in front of the world,” said Christian Dawn Akus, the lycan Alpha of the Akus Dawn pack. “They are just some insignificant rebels. We have more important people to pay attention to,” King Elysar said, then looked at me. “Beta Carys, do you accept the accusations?”

He stepped closer; the knife hovering just inches from my skin. “You’ll break,” he said softly. “They always do.” “Try me,” I whispered. “I don’t fear you.” “Oh dear, you should,” he responded. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he would go through with it. But then he lowered the knife with frustration written on his face. He was shocked at how I handled all his threats. He expected me to be begging, but I wasn’t Lyra. Lyra was unaware of the extent of strength apart from the Alpha blood that runs in her vein, there was more to her bloodline. Most wolves can’t take over the human form without transforming into a full wolf except the Lycans.