Chapter 178: You Are A Lycan
Cara once said that only another strong witch could unseal my true powers... The memory of her voice lingered like a faint echo in his mind. I wonder if I’ll ever find one.
The weight of that thought settled heavily on his chest. What would it mean to truly embrace what lay beneath the seal? Would it make him unstoppable—or destroy him completely?
Exhaling a shaky breath, Rhaegar shifted and rested his weary head against the cool, hard floor of the hollow tree. His body ached from the day’s relentless struggle, but the shelter felt safe enough for now. As the wind howled faintly outside, his eyelids fluttered shut, and he surrendered to the comforting pull of sleep.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the boy slipped into slumber’s calm embrace, his thoughts drifting far away from the harsh realities of survival.
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"Now, what do we have here...?"
A tall woman clad entirely in black stood before the towering tree at the center of the desolate landscape. The cold night wind tugged at the edges of her half-translucent veil, revealing fleeting glimpses of her sharp features. A few loose strands of short gray hair fluttered in the breeze, framing her face like threads of silver under the pale glow of the moon.
Her piercing blue eyes gleamed like twin sapphires, catching the moonlight and radiating an otherworldly intensity. She stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the boy curled up at the base of the tree.
He was no more than a child, tucked into himself like a sleeping kitten. Soft snores escaped his lips, the sound almost too gentle for the harsh emptiness around them. His long black lashes quivered ever so slightly, as though he were chasing fleeting shadows in his dreams. Without warning, he shifted in his sleep, rolling over to face away from her, his back now fully exposed to the moonlight.