chapter 34
AVELORA "I remember now," he began, his voice dropping into a register that made the hairs on my arms stand up. "What?" I asked, leaning forward, my heart hammering against my ribs for an entirely different reason now. "What do you remember?" "I heard that name during a closed council meeting. Years ago, back when I was first being introduced to the pack politics." Khyrix’s dark eyes seemed to lock onto something invisible in the room. "That is the Lycan's Luna. The lost queen." Cold dread pooled in my stomach. No. It couldn't be that. It had to be a coincidence. I shook my head, my fingers tightening in the fabric of my tattered dress. "No, I don't think so. Werewolves and Lycans haven't even been in communication for the past thirty years. They're practically history to us, none of
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