she_osprey

[COMPLETED || WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 21+ // this is the only warning for the book]
"I'll see you in the next life, mother," the young boy said, his eyes swollen from crying for several days.

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Exiled from Udrad after the public stoning of his parents, Alanor Wynter swore on his parents' graves, to bring the lycan kingdom to its knees. So he became the rogue they despised and the devil they all feared. 

He was a monster, but they had created him, and he was bad. Alanor was the kind of evil that no dictionary even had a description for yet. 

He had vowed against Udrad's peace until he got his revenge, and no one would stop him, not even the mate the fates had forced on him. 

After all, he didn't believe in the fated mates.

Alanor believed in REVENGE.

Alanor, The Lycan King's Prisoner [BL]

Following Alnor to the central forest was supposed to be simple and easy. It was supposed to be a walk that didn't mean anything other than the fact that they would all get to see the young Wynter do the one thing he had planned for for long.

They all were eager to see the outcome, but then even as they readied themselves, there was a sudden shift in the air, a shift so familiar that the Wynter team had stopped in their tracks.

They had been following Alanor and Edison for a while now, but right now, there seemed to be something more important than the fact that Eidosn was going to meet his precious karma, and that bothered them all.

"Do you think he's doing alright? He said he wouldn't call the vigilantes back to this side of the realm for a while, and we just saw the four vigilantes walk with Unar back into Udrad. What is he planning?" Ulrike asked, for the first time his tone was serious and worried.

Specualtions of A Loving Heart