*Claire’s POV*
Have you ever faced anything that made you question your entire existence before? It could be something as short as a provocative poem, or even a tiny, insignificant drawing. It would seem as though your entire life had been a lie, and now there were numerous branches of possibilities spreading all across your mind.
That was how I felt when William told me that I was probably the last living descendant of the lycans.
Now, don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t anything blasphemous or insulting. But the thing is, I love being a human. Don’t you? Part of the reason why I adored the werewolf and vampire world was because I was detached from it. Nothing they said or did could influence my life in anyway, and in many cases I was just a bystander, observing their lives from afar.
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