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Preface.

༒༻☬ 𝕬𝖇𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊:  (/æbˈhɔrəns/) intense feeling of aversion, disgust, or repulsion towards something or someone.

༒༻☬ 𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔: Significa un fuerte sentimiento de aversión, disgusto o repulsión hacia algo o alguien.

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I BELIEVE WE ALL KNOW the game of chess.

The vast majority have certainly played it at some point. Perhaps not everyone remembers the value of each piece by heart, but we all know the movements of the pieces and the objective of the game.

To destroy the king.

And curiously, that is the same purpose as this book.

I have very little time to write here, so I’ll get straight to the point. Aelthor is the typical town steeped in mystery and the unknown. A place marked by blood, populated by monsters, and ravaged by war. The community hidden in the northwestern territories of ██████, a community that humanity has never conquered or explored, although, well, that is what they teach us in school.

Nature is fierce, and if it is so even toward our community, our tribe. Can you imagine if your species had to face the same relentless conditions as mine? Time would be running out; every second would be a waste of energy in the face of the inevitable.

My species? Your species?

I’m sure you feel confused right now. Don’t worry, dear reader. Here I am, the best, the intelligent one, the cultured, the exceptional, the objective critic, the antisocial, and the greatest detractor of humanity, ready to answer all your questions.

Or maybe not all of them.

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Or maybe just a little bit of all of them.

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Calm down, I will rev ̶b̶eal my purpose to you, and I will share a brief introduction of who I am.

Or who I was before everything went to hell.

Uncomfortable.

This is turning out to be much more complicated than I ever imagined. How could I be̶g̶ gin to write a book aimed at uncovering the truth that has been hidden for decades in the only refuge I have ever known? I do this from my perspective as a high school senior.

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How the hell do I start writing when I have never liked reading? It feels like eternities have passed while I’ve barely been sitting here for a few minutes writing.

At this point, it’s extremely daunting to contemplate the idea that it has to be just me who tells this story.

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Look, you don’t need to demand so much from me. This is my first time venturing into this, and honestly, I have no idea where to start. My hands are sweating, and I’ve already had to correct three spelling mistakes in a single paragraph. Or are they sentences? Please be a little patient. I know you’re used to those typical books where everything starts with an alarm, going down to the living room, and finding Justin Bieber (the protagonist's mortal enemy but now her babysitter). And mostly, the protagonist is an unbalanced woman who makes reckless decisions left and right without facing any significant consequences. Some more cliché books describe the character and her daily routine, which is always interrupted by something unexpected, just to satisfy the writer and the character.

Let me give you some context: a girl goes to school, and, oh surprise, new students arrive (or she is the typical newcomer). Coincidentally, she runs into the most attractive (and at the same time, the biggest jerk) guy in the entire story, and, as if it were a predictable plot, they fall in love, whether instantly or after going through a series of events together. A plot twist worthy of applause, right? I wish it were different, but this scheme is repeated in every book of the era I’ve had the chance to read to prepare myself before writing this book.

Do you understand now why I don’t like reading?

And despite not having read much, my experience has already made it clear how ignorant you are about the Lupinus world or “Lycan,” as you call it, and how you romanticize toxic and concerning behaviors in this world.

But allow me to share a revelation that might change your perspective and make you question everything. I am not just a character in a book; I am not here to follow a script (because honestly, there isn’t one), but I am the very author of this work, of my story.

I do not intend to hide or erase a single clue of everything I know. I am exhausted from the injustices that plague this town, and I am disturbed by the censorship I have faced while trying to express what it truly means to live in Aelthor.

I do not promise to be a perfect character, nor your favorite, but I will be the only HONEST person you will see in this book.

From this moment on, it is essential that you understand I have made countless mistakes, and I wish I had taken different paths. However, what is crucial is that now everyone knows what is happening in Aelthor. I don’t care if you love me or hate me; I just need the truth to be known. And from now on, I prefer you to know that neither those around me, nor my own family, nor you, nor anyone can take away from me the only thing I still hold on to after this disaster.

And I swear that everyone involved will wish they had killed me when they had the chance.

I am not exactly a master in the art of writing books; in fact, this is my first foray into writing. But I guarantee that I will offer you a story of injustices that will churn your blood so much that you won't be able to sit idly by, a plot in which you will discover all the secrets of this town and, above all, you will learn the identity of the one behind these words, your servant.

I don’t think I can write anything else to convince you to stay; all I can do is wait for you in the next part. I have so much to tell you.

Your author,

Amón O'Doherty.

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