118. Pure Royal Lycan Pup

AMANISA’S POV

“She is dead!” …. “They killed her... “I will set up the meeting…”

Hushed but audible. The voice of a man found its way into a blissful web that I had created around my mind.

I believe I created it because no one could give me such peace... Except for the moon goddess. Wait. Could it be that I was dead?

Could it be that the male I heard talking was the moon goddess’s assistant or something?

Was he keeping tabs on death and how I happened to be killed by those I chose to dedicate my life to from a very young age?

Great! I could finally get some rest–

“Sorry to spell it out, Ama but you aren't dead. That voice belongs to Gamma Curtis and I believe someone else has been killed by–”

“Arla! Is that you!”

I exclaimed and unfortunately, my eyes fluttered open, making the weight of being a living lycan sink into me.

My senses were at their highest. My sight was sharp. My ears could pick up sounds even though I was all alone in a room I knew too well. I heard footsteps. My mind w