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The last room of the north wing was filled with utter silence. It was dark and cold. Sunlight had not been touched by the room for long now. The princess of the Western Werewolf Empire was laying on her bed, lifelessly. Her small torso almost became one with the enormous bed. Her eyes were still closed. Her wolf was numb. She was hardly breathing. ‘Too much silver’, she thought to herself. It had been weeks now that her brother was poisoning her with silver. The amount he used to give was too little. She would not die any time soon. Also, being a pure breed of royal Lycan, she had more soul energy than others. The silver only made her wolf numb. She was losing her wolf's senses slowly. She could hardly recognise anyone’s smell or could see in darkness anymore. Well, it was not necessary