The bag is pulled roughly from my head and the cloth out of my mouth. I’m in the middle of the woods and I can’t see the road. Five figures stand surrounding me.
“Who are you?” I demand. “What do you want?”
“My name is Ellen.” A woman answers. The same woman I had followed. She is middle-aged, her dark hair holding a little gray. She looks at me intently. “And what we want, is our people to be unified, safe, and free again. But to have that, we need you.”
I know them immediately. “You’re the Lycans.” I practically gasp.
She looks pleased at that. “And you are our queen. We have been searching for you for a long time.”
I know my face is as shocked as I feel. I knew who I was, who my parents were, but the idea that I was these people’s queen never crossed my mind.
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