The Cursed Lycan Princess: Chosen By The Alpha
I nodded toward the book.
“Okay, Dad,” Tristan mumbled, adjusting his glasses.
I sighed, straightening up. As I turned to leave, something caught my attention, a familiar voice carried on the wind. I followed it, my footsteps quickening as I reached the side of the mansion.
“What are we going to do now?” I heard Lyra asked, her voice tinged with worry.
I rounded the corner and stopped short. There sat Light, her once white hair now a shimmering brown, her demeanor more poised than I remembered. She looked like someone who’d seen the world and come back with stories etched into her soul.