My Luna Is A Lycan

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r his screams as he tried to fend off the palace werewolves that came to attack him. The memory of his flesh bei

one goal in mind: the death of the royal wolves. They

rget. I had suffered because of them, and I had already promised myself to get rid of them all. I swore to the mo

, far from the town, where not many people ventured due to rumors of it being haunted by vengeful g

s death, and now it was where I lived and

utting in much effort to ensure the smooth execution of my well-laid-out plan. It was quit

l I had gathered from my spies in the market square, today was the best day to caus

urchase all the ammunition and supplies I would need. Standing in front of

around, I watched as a group of about twenty-two young maidens were being dragged by swiftly moving horses, their han

into my satchel, and pulled out a delicately carved dagger. Taking aim at one of the horses, I threw i

st annoying smirk. Everything was going as planned. Slippin

or them to catch me. After some playful evasion, I s

from behind as another l

ng closer. He seemed like a superior-rankin

nto his face, laughing crazily a

e pain hurt like a bitch, but I was determined not to show it. I needed t

be useful as one of the

man, tall with broad sho

r name, mut

bothering to repl

to ask again. W

's any of your bu

me square in the chin. He was going to hi

he slave, and you remember what

ng on my face before walking away, leavin

on realized that my taunts were propelling me closer

aves regarded me as tho

s seemed to deeply affect

deploy a tactic that always

mother drop you

Carlos turned around, consumed with

to provoke him. Provoking a senior ranking

rents, and suddenly, he fixed me with intensely

bal abuse, but an attack on their parents ignited an uncontrol

taunting Carlos, but I continued unti

My mind wandered, wondering if that's how my uncle felt when they murd

restrain him, but I wa

.

ed my mind as memories flashed through my consciousness. Sitting up, I surveyed m

g water to drip into the room, intens

ures-a frail woman, likely my age, and a y

ng it shut. Despite my attempts to pick the lock with a pi

frail woman's voice, laden with exhau

d fruitless. As I ran a hand through my hair in vexation, memories of Carlos

your little strength," she finished

e. What's your name?" I asked, attempting

he repli

r a wry smile. "Do not mista

four guards entered the cell

't Carlos tell you to be gentle with me?

utting into my skin. I wasn't going to say or do

merged into the bright sun. I closed my eyes to a

now the direction they were taking me. It was

you taking

came to a halt, and I was thrown to the ground. The blindfold was r

, polished wooden floor, and monumental fireplace decorated in a true medieva

I doing

y remained silent. As I turned to face them, the giant door swun

chambers majestically, the weight of the wolf's skin he wore streamlined with his mo

spitfire who had the guts

ds to grab my face. He examined my di

voice dripping with disdain as he released my face a

ns around my hands, the silver cutti

ha, had her skin covered by grey wolf skin, whic

y her otherworldly looks; she was as

eething with anger, as if my mere presence in

rt sarcastically. I couldn't afford to jeopardize my

enly, though her fuming

d slapped me across

will make sure you never use you

e unfold, took a step closer, his black

my harem," he mused, hi

gdom have their way with you until all you

id of emotion? I wondered, seething with hatr

curing his face from clear view as he stood at a distance. He rais

rom my mate