Lyla
My heart pounded against my ribcage as I stepped into the grand hall of the council building. The first time I was here, Mother Liora had been here too and that was when I was announced as the Moonsinger.
Now a few months later, I was back to the same people who had looked at me in disdain and had scoffed when Mother Liora had announced me as the Moonsinger and this time, they were larger than before.
The heavy doors shut behind me the moment I crossed the threshold. Dozens of pairs of eyes locked onto me – cold, judgemental stares from the Lycans – most of them were older. Their expressions were a mixture of disdain and scepticism and something I couldn't decipher.
First, I was a werewolf. Although they were a hybrid of our species, they treated us like outcasts. To an average, Lycan, a werewolf was a stain, something that never should have been created in the first place.
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