I trudged back to my room, my feet heavy with the weight of Lord Mortis's revelations. The dimly lit hallway seemed to close in around me, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows on the walls.My mind reeled with the words that had come out of Lord Mortis's mouth, yet I knew he wasn't lying. The signs were there, hidden in plain sight. The Lycan king was cursed, unable to form a mate bond, and if he continued down his destructive path, he would succumb to a fate worse than death: going feral.I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, my heart heavy with anguish. "But he knows this, so why is he still doing it?" I had asked Lord Mortis, my eyes stinging with tears. Lord Mortis's expression had turned somber, his gaze growing distant as he replied, "He's grown tired of living. Over two centuries, and ever since he was a little child, not a moment's happiness. Of course, he would seek death."I stifled the sob that tried to escape my mouth with my hands, anguish twisting my in
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