WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- A shifter will only have mate from their kind, but what happens if you are the last creature of your kind? Lycan. He is the last of his kind and is the most terrifying type of shifter. But, as scary as he was, he was alone. However, in order to survive, you don’t have to be the strongest, just deadliest. *** He looked at her like he had never seen anyone before. The sight of her calmed the rush in his ears, the beat of his heart and finally he was able to focus again… “She is no longer your responsibility. She is mine to deal with now,” the lycan said.
"This is what you wanted," Lyra slurred. She shifted her eyes from the ceiling to Zuri's face. She scrutinized her, looking for the thing that she really needed right now. "Where is it?"
Zuri sat down next to her and pulled something from her pocket dress. Out there, the snow had melted and the weather was not really cold anymore.
"Show me the stamp first," Zuri said. Khaos had told her how the stamp looked like, she only needed to confirm it.
Princess Lyra chuckled and then handed it to Zuri, the thing that she had been hugging. Her brown hair spread on the white tile, she looked beautiful. Fragile and pale, but beautiful nonetheless.
Her soft brown eyes looked at Zuri with a mocking lilt, which she ignored when she took stamp from her hand and observed the item.
The stamp was gold in color and there was a crack at the edge, it was not bigger than her palm, but heavy enough considering the small size of it.