Sold to the Lycan King
Elira stood behind me, silent, watching like she already knew how this would end.
"Don’t you dare," I hissed at the wound, at the sky, at the curse trying to claim him.
Leofric smiled faintly. "Still stubborn."
I kissed him. Rough. Furious. Alive.
The relic flared.
Light exploded between us. His body arched, breath torn from his lungs as the wound sealed under my hands. I gasped, trembling.
Alive.
His hand found mine, still shaking. "You chose me."
"Every time."
And still, the world cracked. Behind us, Elira fell to her knees, screaming as another vision gripped her.
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