"Verity, my dear," she said, her voice low and gentle, "do remember that. It is imperative that your mate be a Lycan," the mother spoke with a tinge of sorrow lacing her words. The woman's voice carried a hint of melancholy, yet her tone was unwavering.With a grave expression etched upon her face, she spoke with a sense of urgency. "Do not venture down the path that I have taken, no matter the cost," she warned, her words carrying a weighty emphasis. The mother seemed frail and somewhat fragile due to her thin frame. She appeared as if she may be taken from them at any time.Verity, a young girl of twelve, stood there in stunned silence, her mother's words leaving her utterly speechless. She offered a silent nod, her voice seemingly lost in the moment. The girl's face was awash with tears, her grip on her mother's hands unyielding.The year prior had been a tumultuous one, marked by the devastating departure of her dear father. And now, as if by some cruel twist of fate, her mother's
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