Reborn for the Lycan king
My skin burned where the fibers rubbed raw, but the pain was the least of it, it was the helplessness that threatened to swallow me.
Darren paced in my front like a predator, calm, precise, and deliberate. Every step of his boots on the wooden floor echoed through the room, blending with the frantic thud of my heartbeat. Elara stood near the window, still rolling that vial between her fingers, the faint glimmer of the liquid inside catching the candlelight.
It looked harmless, almost beautiful, the way poison often does before it kills you.
“So,” Darren said finally, breaking the silence, “you found the book.”
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