The Lycan King's Miracle
In a world where myths breathe and fate weaves its wicked web, Cassandra, haunted by a tragic past, finds herself caught in the dangerous politics of werewolf packs. When a rash act of defiance against the tyrannical Lycan King's guards throws her into the heart of the royal court, she must navigate treacherous halls and hidden truths. Can she protect her pack and find her own 'miracle' in a kingdom ruled by a man said to be as merciless as he is powerful?
The scent of blood still clung to Cassandra, even after she jolted awake from the recurring nightmare. Her room was dark, save for the faint glow of the streetlamp outside, but the dream's terror felt all too real.
Shaking, she reached for her phone and dialed the only number that could ground her. "Damon..." she choked out, the single word unleashing a wave of sobs.
His voice, groggy but quickly sharp with worry, pulled her back slightly. "Cassandra? Cassie, what happened?"
"Nightmare," she whispered, the weight of her past crushing down. Damon's familiar reassurance, "It's okay, Cassie. I'm here. And one day, your miracle will come too," echoed in her ears as exhaustion finally claimed her.
