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

Their eyes tracked every step I took through their dormitory, and though I clutched the thick blanket tighter around my shoulders, their gazes made it feel useless, like I was walking through a sea of wolves with nothing but skin and bones for armor.

But this time.… they didn't pounce on me nor tear me apart

They didn't sneer or shove me against the walls. They didn't growl or flash teeth like they wanted to taste my blood. They just.… watched.

Silent. Still. Like they didn't know what to make of me anymore.

I didn't know what to make of them either.

The last time I'd walked these halls, I was on my knees, bleeding, wounded. And now, I walked upright. Bruised, but unbroken. Wrapped in a blanket

Chapter 82: Vanishing Scent