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[Trigger Warning: Abuse, drug addiction, molestation, disowned.] "That's impossible," Axel exclaimed. "The last recorded Lycan was Griam Miragia." A smirk crept up Denitslava's face. "There are a lot of unrecorded things in werewolf history, you should know that." Her last remark stilled him. She's right. He should be a living proof for that. Axel sighed and looked at Leal, who looked to be in deep thought. "Hey," he softly held her hand. He glanced at the group, signaling them to leave. When they did, he drifted his gaze back to her and gave her a soft smile. "Are you feeling any better?" "Not with the things she said, no," she monotonously muttered before looking back at him. Her eyes were deep, overflowing with emotions, mostly confusion. "What am I?" "We don't know yet. But