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Lychos Cycle

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. Reluctant Princess “Syd,” I say. “If I were to step down as heir, would there be a place for me here?” She reaches out and takes my hand again. “Without question,” she says. “Any time, come as you are, you betcha. And hell no. Yes, because I miss you and love you and it’s not the same without you. The kids adore you, life is better when you’re here.” She looks away from me, up at the star-filled sky. Her sorrow is a living thing between us, my wolf snuffling at it and whining. “And no, because you are so much more than a servant to anyone. And if you came back, I’d worry it was for the wrong reasons.” Seven years have passed since Charlotte took her place as heir to the werenation. Still unmated and resisting her position, she longs for freedom she will never have, and life with a mortal man she loves. When a powerful new pack appears, Charlotte is instantly suspicious. Cicero Caine and his weres aren’t exactly what they seem. But the arrival of old enemies and a rising threat to all werewolves throws the wereprincess into the middle of a vast conspiracy, challenging the very foundations of what she’s been taught to believe.

Patti Larsen · Fantasy
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98 Chs

Chapter 57: Enforcers

My magic slips outward like a net, covering us in mirage. It's one of the first things a werewolf learns to do, to hide their true self from normals. I've taken it one step further, disguising us completely, or as best I can, from human eyes. Though, if they stumble on us physically, we're out of luck.

All this power output will summon the Enforcers, without question. They'll recognize werewolf magic-identify it as my magic with all of this to work with-and investigate. All bets are off on how long it will take them to realize it's me. We can't just sit here.

I shoulder Sage's unconscious body, half-shifting into werewolf form to make the job easier. He groans but falls silent again as I stride through the scrub and up the side of a steep hill. I can't risk taking a trail, I have to make my own. At least my wolf-paw prints won't equate to the sandals I discarded. It should throw the hunter's tracking off if they can't find human feet to follow.