The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- There it stood, rising over the black bricks: The Pyre of the Condemned. Abonfire that hadn't been used in years... now occupied by a woman surrounded by an enraged crowd. My heart stopped when I saw her, hands tied behind the thick post, completely defenseless. She lifted her head, and her red-tinted eyes met mine across the distance-sad, screaming at me in silence. 'The wind whipped her brown hair violently. The storm was rumbling above us, thunder already roaring in the distance...

but the worst was inside me. Memories of her were fighting to break through my mind, but I gripped my neck, hissing, losing control. "Don't resist, or you'll mash your brain. This is necessary. It's right. You will ally with the werewolf fief. I shouldn't have left it up to you." My father's voice echoed beside me, implacable... «No, no, he's not your father!» ---- A voice roared through the fog. When Aghata's hateful shouts rang out, I looked back at the sacrificial altar.

end the threat... Something inside me

the lies eating away at me. When Aghata's hand lowered toward the dry hay, amid that frenzy of hatred, something shattered inside me. Avoice stronger than the chains that bound me. "DON'T YOU DARE

wolf, with fangs and claws fully

run because I could remember everything! They took my will from me, manipulated my gratitude, preyed on the feelings of an orphan boy. ---- Frederick unlocked the vampires' collar just