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 could barely hear anything past Felix's sobbing, but the sound of Kieran's voice, shouting Thorin's name, cut through the haze like lightning splitting the sky.

"Thorin!" he barked from the hallway, the command in his voice raw, cracked, and thunderous.

Kieran never shouted. He was always composed, always calculating, always in control of every breath, every movement. But the way his voice ripped through the air.… something was wrong. Deeply wrong.

I pushed myself up from the floor, one hand still aching from the cold tiles, and ran out into the hallway. Varya was already a few steps ahead of me, her eyes wide with alarm. Kieran stood near the wall, fists clenched, his eyes blazing an unsettling shade of crimson. His chest rose and fell like he was fighting to stay in his body, barely tethered to it.

Chapter 130: Cracks in the Storm