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"Prisoner 381 will be condemned with capital punishment of death by hanging for high treason against the royal family of the kingdom of Eistas." These words should terrify me, make me cry, and scream; but they don't. Instead, my head is in frenzy trying to figure out what that stupefying smell is and where is it coming from. Is it what I think it is? "No..no..," I murmur. I can't die now, not before I find my...my... Suddenly the rag on my head is pulled off. The sun rays lick my skin as a noose is placed around my neck. It tightens as the stool supporting my weight is being slowly pushed to the side. But my eyes stare straight ahead. Found you, I think sadly At the platform right in front of me, on the throne with the royal crown on his head, sits, My mate. *** She was lost. A traitor. Bound by the demons of her memories. Or the lack of. He was a king. Young and inexperienced. Shackled by the expectations of his people and the reality of an ill-fated prophecy. They were the opposites. Both a forbidden fruit for each. Was is it fate that brought them together or her weird tendency to attract handsome men at every turn? *** Warning: this is not your typical werewolf story.
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