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

I stood in the middle of the common room, still as stone, the heavy silence pressing down on me like a weighted chain.

How the hell was I supposed to do that?

The bleeding hadn't stopped. The jagged, brutal stump where my finger used to be throbbed with a pulsing, angry ache. Each heartbeat sent another trickle of blood down my palm and onto the floor. I stared at it, dazed.

I was going to bleed out in this dusty, empty place. Just like that. Alone.

No. No, I wouldn't let that happen.

Grimacing, I yanked off my jacket with one arm and wrapped the bloodied sleeve tightly around my injured hand. It wasn't perfect, but it slowed the bleeding just enough that I could think without blacking out.

Chapter 101: Are You Worthy?