The Chosen Mate Of The Lycan King
The Queen stood behind them, in the shadow, she had changed into a dull black robe with red threads for the ritual, her face was hidden beneath a hooded black veil, only her hands were visible, as she silently watched the ritual begin.
An old witch, bent over the floor beside where Keira was lying, wearing long black see-through lace, while stirring a bubbling old pot, her hands shaking, her voice muttering incantations, the green flames began to burn brightly as her incantations grew louder.
“Faster, Akira, we don’t have all day,” the Queen hissed, her voice a little shaky. She slowly turned her head over her shoulders to listen to the commotion outside.
“Moonclaw’s dogs are close.” She whi
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