Mistaken by fate ( the Lycans curse)

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h!" the beard

I met his eyes and held his gaze, silent and defiant, unti

agony, my body screamed, my feet numb and burning against the

rushed out and hit my frozen skin. It stung at firs

ten lights, and a sterile, lifeless atmosphere. No comfort. No

tug. I s

sts. That section was silver. Just enough to weaken me, not him. Intentional.

a brightly lit roo

filthy blanket

into me like

Unfor

And now here I was, bare, exposed, my dign

a

he'd paraded me through the pack, made sure they saw me, humiliated me. He cou

e suc

ctured as the d

stepped in

ing darker. They were tall, powerful, almost unreal in t

ntense, I felt stripped bare beneath them.

d no arm

ones and a cold, unreadable expression, the kind of

e third who s

ry movement. His eyes glinted with something untamed and otherworldly.

They moved with a calm certainty, the kind that didn't need t

were

ng but a prison

ron against my skin. A fresh wave of dread coiled in my stomach as I wondered why Jack had sen

red one murmured, sniffing the air be

he bearded man

presence impossible to ignore. All eyes were on me,

silver-haired one asked,

at burned-dry, tight, useless

slightly surprised.

ched my lips, it was like being anchored. I wanted to gulp it down, but she hel

e blonde asked, his voice s

faces, but nothing surfaced. No m

one said. "But we met, ,briefly. Three year

I shook my head once more.

ce of the black-haired

many men to remember three

ike a slap-sharp,

ed at me, thinly veiled disgust in their eyes

st wasn't mine to choose. That I was for

stayed

eft, and I clung to i

" the silver-hair

. I followed her without a word, my thoughts spirali

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