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Werewolves. Vampires. Witches and Wizards. They all fight to rule. To be the leaders amongst the supernatural. In the werewolf packs, the Lycans rule. Lucy is an orphaned werewolf living in the second strongest pack, BlueRiver. Life is bleak until a strange rogue appears. Named Grey for her unusual coat she shakes the werewolf world to its core, for the Lycans aren't the true rulers. What happens when a werewolf myth turns into reality? 'What's a sun wolf?' Grey asked. 'It's what you are,' Lucas answered. Grey raised a brow with a small smirk on her lips. Her hair was tied back into a high pony tail with a few strands loose to frame her face. 'So that's what you named us. Must say it could be better,' she said cracking her neck. The sound echoed around the room, sending chills down my spine. Grey seemed to like cracking her bones and it sent shivers down my body every time. Lucas gulped beside me. 'What do you call yourselves?' he asked. Grey looked up and smiled. 'We call ourselves the Forsaken. We are the Forsaken wolves,' she answered. There was a glint in her eyes when she said Forsaken. Like it physically hurt to say the word. 'And the crowned wolves. They're Forsaken too?' I asked. Grey laughed. 'You wish. The wolves that are coming are beyond me. They're the Kings and Queens of werewolves. You, me, this pack, we're dead,' she said. *** This story was initially called Shade
Prologue: Malicious Intent
