When Lysander saw Erana for the first time, something awoke the beast in him and he stood up abruptly. He recognized the amulet she wore on her neck and felt anger. He felt pain and deep hatred towards whoever she was. He didn’t know who she was or where she was from, but he would recognize that Amulet from anywhere he saw it. It reminded him of a sensitive part of his past he refused to remember. A time in his past when he belonged to an old pack run by a powerful Alpha and Luna he couldn’t name. A pack that started his history millions of years ago.
When she was taken from his sight, he felt relieved and sunk back into his throne, pretending as if he’d just eliminated a threat.
“Dad, you cannot treat Erana like that!” Darius argued. “She is my future wife!”
“You have no future wife
