Marked by the Lycan Prince

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uge as she stares at the

by bad, I mean in all the hot ways possibl

nd her to the door. I am dressed in a different outfit than I came in with

wants me to find him. Even if I could, the building is crawling

er hand on mine before I twist the handle open.

ew about them too." I always thought I knew Daisy like the back of my pa

stand that marking for us is sacred. It doesn't just happen to anyone, most especially the Lyca

at. "He left me here. He walked away like I was nothing, after ....

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hat I forget Daisy doe

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rough the long and silent hallway without making a sound, and as if falling out of the shado

on until we are outside, the mo

we cross the iron-wrought gates. They

ed a haven. It looks like luxury an

back to the gates, hoping I will see him looking out of one of tho

f glass glinting under th

p in front of the apartment we share, very close to the campus. She l

softly, just as I

ha

ut Archer. What happened l

ourself first. Are you a Lycan, like Darian? Is hi

ns and werewolves, I didn't ask you to do that because I wanted to introduce you t

t be... It is

ories similar to yours, where a human suddenly wakes up their dormant genes insi

ave noticed?" I ask, with d

been beside me for years, and I wasn't ab

rms. "They have passed the age of shifting, so noth

abou

e past the age of shifting, too. Everyone starts shifting when they turn fiftee

wo, four years

like she does each time she's thinking.

e p

Pack. Every terr

ve this is rea

I am sure that the Lycan prince did not

called ou

re. You shifted because of him, or he

fingers against my temple, I get off

into my skull like a sledgehammer. I grip the

n one second, her arms nudging me.

l pass. But my vision slowly blurs until she

e. Not

process has begun. You need to move f