VALERIA

After making the boldest agreement of my life, Aldric left and asked the innkeeper to prepare a hot bath.

I appreciated the gesture and sank into the soothing water up to my neck, alone in the room, sighing in relief.

I didn’t want to think about anything, but as I raised the hand where I had been burned by that strange stone, I realized it was almost fully healed. I touched my neck too—no pain.

All my wounds and bruises were healing fast, faster than ever before, except for the most serious and old scars.

It was the power of the Lycan, I knew it well.

I also remembered all the strange things I had experienced. My memories of the specter attack were hazy, but one thing was certain—I faced it, and I even think it feared me.

What am I, really?

No one can ever know about this. Absolutely no one.

Everyone connected with those creatures and vampires is executed without question.

That order had been given by none other than the King himself. And I am right by his side.

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