The Forgotten Heiress: Rise of The Lycan Queen

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remade at once. The burn on her shoulder had ceased to throb, but its echo pu

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s that ev

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stled the trees like whispers

elonged to your mother. She asked me t

lsed through her palm, up her wrist, and straight into her chest. The cr

Kael said. "It's bo

lara asked, her voice

tensed. "But her o

wh

you. Even if

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e," he said, voice tight.

nd the creaking of the trees and the distant cry of

ne," Elara whispered. "

re than exile. More than fear. You come from two lines

this prophecy s

r save this world.

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shoulder pulsed again. She winced,

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t him, start

een the mark. Felt the blood m

we were

the veils thin. And

es, pulling a key from around h

life in the mortal world-school, the loneliness, the small

nd pulled out a leather satchel. "Food.

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revealed," he said. "The path to El

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space. Where your people-our people-still li