I was once the most precious pure Alpha Lycan bloodline heir of the wolf clan.
My fiancé used a blood-bone comb, enchanted by a dark witch, to tear my soul from my body — and swap it into his terminally ill cousin. I became a wandering spirit, drifting for decades.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day he placed that comb in my hands. This time, I smiled as I took it — then turned and shoved it straight into the hands of a dying lone wolf. Let them wallow in the mire, savoring each other's ugliness and betrayal.
