Kyra Knight

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I slowly regain consciousness hours later, the faint light of the morning filtering through the curtains. Sitting up on the bed, I realize I’m no longer in the castle, but at the pack estate. My gaze falls to my body, and I notice my wedding dress has been replaced with something simpler yet elegant.

When I stand and catch my reflection in the mirror, I gasp. My eyes are glowing, soft amber light shimmering in their depths. It hits me all at once: I’m truly a Lycan ...