Chapter: 20
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Mariana sat in front of her mirror, glaring and fuming at the reflection of herself that was staring back at her with an unapologetic face. Fueled by rage and hate for the Werewolves she gritted her teeth as she ran her fingers through her hair. The long black locks swished through her fingers like a snake. Every morning she sat here watching the Lycan go about his life as if she hadn't cursed him to death. What will it take for him to die? How had he even survived her curse? What kind of power does he possess that could withstand hers? She was enraged as her mind wandered back to the night she climbed the Mountains seeking the Wizard who lives there for the third time. She was after answers, answers she is yet to find.
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Snow coated the beds of the mountain flo
