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

 The wolf was strong, I give her credit for that. Even in wolf form, she was stronger and I wondered why she hadn't shifted since it would be easier to use her magic, but that thought was for myself. Having no other such, Myrtle forced me to shift to a horrible form because her light was doing more of the hurting than her fighting. 


 Shooting my hands forward repeatedly to at least get a hit on her while trying to maintain my barrier in case she used her speed to come closer, I also concentrated on grounding my spell, the spell I learnt from an ancient book. A spell that hunts positive and light energy. It was the only way I could get pass her. 


 The wolf was fast, too fast as she skillfully dodged every attack I sent to her, almost with effort. She had been running around for over ten minutes without actually trying to attack me, almost as she wanted to exhaust me first. She had no idea I could never be drained. 


It's not over yet