Lyra's POVA loud banging on my door jolted me awake. My heart began racing. I knew it meant another round of beatings and torture, that's all it ever meant. Dragging my exhausted body off the old mattress, I walked toward the door. Before i could open it, a voice yelled."Seems you've forgotten where you are and what you're meant to do, you slave!" a voice yelled. My name is Lyra Avalon, the only surviving member of my family. My parents and brother died fighting a war for the wolves.Yes, the wolves. I'm human, and in this kingdom, humans serve one purpose, to be slaves to the werewolves. But even humans who are meant to get each others backhates and despises me. The werewolves abuse me more than any other slave in the pack house, while the humans see it as an opportunity to do the same.... And someone turning up to deliver punishment, for whatever reason, was a regular thing for me. I immediately straightened up, fear washing over me as I rushed to the door bef
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