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Alpha Maximus The Last Lycan Novel SynopsisHope
I wake up in the cold of winter, and my breath fogs up the attic window. I slowly sit up, trying not to disturb my wounds.
I stand and stare at the broken mirror in front of me.
My white dress, not so white anymore, is covered with grime, dust and dirt.
The edges are tattered with the odd rip, and the material is thin in places, and has over time, frayed.
My eyes are an unusual bright silver and blue.
My hair used to be white, almost platinum blonde, but it has been years since I have had the luxury of using soap in my hair, so now it looks ash blonde.
Freezing, I grab the only other piece of clothing I have, and wear it over the top of my dress.
It is a tatty old cardigan with no buttons, so I hold the front of it closed with my hands, which are shaking from the cold.
The sound of birds outside my window captures my attention, and I turn my head to look out the window at the birds, hopping around in the fresh snow.
It’s beautiful and calming to watch but does not bring me any warmth.
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