Xyra Lumina Crescent, first born child to two full-blooded alphas and an alpha female. Xyra is hidden away from her pack, from the outside world and even from herself as she has no idea why she cannot shift or why she is hidden away in a temple to train, train and train. Far away from her family and younger siblings, Xyra sought freedom and to be able to be with her family. But she is trapped and watched by the ladies of the temple of females.

   A vision of an attack on her pack force Xyra to break free in other to save her parents who would die in the attack, and her people who would be taken hostage. Xyra returns home, but she does not just get the easy life she thought she would get. She discovers that maybe staying at the temple where life was easy was better after all.

Who is Xyra? And what is The Last Daughter?




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   ‘What will happen if he finds his mate and she dies?’ I asked the most obvious question. Dad's wolf gave mine a look.

   ‘Xyra, did you see anything?’

   ‘Yes, not clear, but a strong enough warning. He's going to run mad, isn't he?’

   ‘All lycans do when they lose their mates. Which is why the goddess restrain from giving them one.’

   Which was true. With how easy they lost their minds after losing their erasthasis, it was best they didn't have one. No one wanted a powerful lycan to go wild and wipe out an entire population, just because their soulmate died. It indeed was why they didn't get one too often. In fact, one could stay for a thousand years and not hear of a lycan finding a mate. They usually just fall in love and get married or get married without love. The king was the strongest like I read. If him losing his mate would turn him against the entire population of living creatures, then maybe it is my duty to protect her.

Maybe, just maybe this is what I am meant to do.

The Last Daughter

 I'd always wanted to know why I was born, what I was meant for. Even though it was always at the back of my mind, I dreaded the day I would find out for real and face my purpose. Standing there in the mist, eyes looking down from the cloud I stood on, I watched the battle below. There was blood, dead bodies, silver, everything you could find in a battle of paranormals. I couldn't quite tell who the battle was with, but I knew it was against the werecanids. 


 The sight was unbearable, and each shifter that died made my heart break even more. I couldn't bear to watch it no more, so I looked up at the blood red sky with tears in my eyes. My heart beat against my eardrums that seemed to be aching along with my head. Sweat formed on the surface of my skin, around my neck which I knew was flushed. It was like I couldn't breathe, but somehow, I was alive and still here. 


What do I have to do?