ECHOES OF THE FORSAKEN LYCAN

“You're too weak and I regret having you as a daughter” her father Luca growls his golden eyes narrowing in disapproval and his head shaking as a sign of disappointment.



“A wolf must be strong a wolf must be fearless but you're the complete opposite”



Elara tried to be strong, she really did but no matter how hard she trained, she could never match her siblings and it was always as if she didn't belong.



Her transformations were painful and erratic, leaving her weak and trembling, her howl was barely a whisper, drowned out by the thunderous cries of the pack.



And her empathy—a rare gift that allowed her to sense the emotions of others—was seen as a weakness, a flaw to be hidden



By the time she reached adulthood, Elara had learned to make herself small. She stayed on the outskirts of the pack, avoiding the alpha’s gaze and the mocking whispers of her packmates.



But deep down, she longed for acceptance. She longed to belong.