A Witch and a Lycan

Lysandra’s POV

The lingering, branding heat of Varek’s unspoken claim still buzzed beneath my skin, a stark contrast to the damp, biting chill of the war tent. I stood behind him, keeping my spine rigid and my breathing shallow. My pulse slammed a chaotic rhythm against my ribs, but I forced my face into an unreadable mask.

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