Lilly000

#WARNING
Vivid descriptions of abuse scenes.
Readers discretion is advised.


They call it an honor, but everyone knows the truth.
Every year, the Lycans choose one werewolf from the Feral Packs to attend Lunar Crest Academy. A place of wealth, power, and deadly secrets. A place no Feral has ever returned from.

This year, that sacrifice is Lorraine Anderson
Branded as the outcast of the ShadowFang Pack, she has endured years of torment at the hands of those who once called her family. Beaten, broken, and betrayed, she is now being handed over to the monsters that rule them all. The Lycans.
She knows what awaits her.....death.

But when she arrives at Lunar Crest Academy, she finds something even worse than death. A game.
One where she is the lowest-ranked player.
One where survival is impossible.

And at the center of it all stands him.
The Lycan prince. Cold. Ruthless. Dangerous. His red eyes seem to follow her every move, his presence a constant, suffocating force. She should fear him like everyone else. She should cower under his gaze.

But she doesn’t.
Because beneath his terrifying exterior, there’s something else. Something dark and possessive. Something that makes her heart pound in a way it never should.

In a world where strength is everything and weakness means death, Lorraine has only one choice.... to fight.

Even if it means challenging the very monsters that want to destroy her.

Even if it means becoming something far more terrifying than anyone ever expected.

Because one thing is certain…
She will not die quietly.

The Lunar Crest Academy: Marked by The Lycans

It's been two days since the Lycan dorm incident.

Two days since I flung myself out a second-story window and shattered what little strength my body had left.

Two days since Adrian bled for me.....and then he left without a word.

I haven't seen him since. Not even a glance.

The moment we made it out of the Lycan dorm that day, bruised and half-dead, he walked away. Just like that.

Maybe it was because I reminded him of Aveline. Maybe he saw her death playing all over again through me, and he couldn't bear to look. I understood it. I didn't blame him.

Chapter 54: The Hunt