The room was shrouded in shadows, lit only by the soft glow of flickering candles. Kaldir, the dangerous looking lycan king and imposing figure dressed in regal robes, stood at the centre of the room. His face was a mask of anger and disgust as he gazed down at the lifeless body of Eskaal, Meagia’s former mate, lying on the cold marble floor.Kaldir spoke while snarling, as he held the child in his hand. “This treacherous wretch dared to defy me within the very walls of my sanctuary? How dare he even come here?” Kaldir's eyes narrowed, and his voice carried the weight of authority.Kaldir yelled while raising his hand. “Guards! To me!” The heavy chamber doors swung open, and two burly guards, dressed in ornate armour, rushed in, their swords drawn.One of the guard spoke in a hushed tone. “My lord, what has happened?” Kaldir responded with disgust while pointing at Eskaal's lifeless body. “That, right there! The snake, Eskaal, thought he could challenge my authority. He paid for his b
[Meagia’s pov]I had no idea when Eskaal had arrived in the Lycan Kingdom. His presence, now etched into the chronicles of lycan world’s history, remained a baffling enigma to me. It was as if he had materialised out of thin air, a mistake destined to unravel the delicate balance that had long held the lycan kingdom’s boundaries together.The whispers in the court had been rife with speculation about his origins. Some claimed he was here with an army to slay all the lycans, Kaldir claimed that he started to attack from distant lands when he stumbled upon the border. Others insisted he was a killer who slayed a big ratio of lycans, an insane alpha who was seeking to undermine the throne.For me, the truth remained elusive, told by others, shrouded in the darkness of uncertainty. All I knew was that his arrival had brought turmoil, casting a shadow over the once-peaceful lycan realm. And as I wept for the love I had lost, I couldn't help but wonder if his presence had indeed been a grie
The dimly lit lounge of Zilver's house was filled with tension. The soft glow of a few strategically placed lamps casted long shadows across the room. Zilver, the lycan king, in his mid-20s with a rugged charm and piercing blue eyes, paces back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the quiet. He was wearing a tailored suit, but his dishevelled appearance betrays the turmoil within. His fingers tapped nervously against his thigh as he contemplated the recent events involving alpha Eskaal, the close friend and brother-in-law, who had been targeted in a brutal attack. Zilver's mind had raced, his thoughts jumbled like a tangled web. He had recalled the cryptic messages and ominous warnings that had preceded the assault, and his determination to uncover the truth had consumed him. He had taken a deep breath, trying to clear his mind, but it had been no use. Zilver spoke while whispering to himself. “Eskaal... What's happened to you?” He had stopped at a window, staring out into the inky d
The soft morning light spills into Clara's elegantly furnished bedroom, casting a warm glow on the floral-patterned wallpaper and antique furniture. Clara, the woman who was still unaware about the news, sat with flowing auburn hair and delicate features, sitting at her vanity, meticulously applying her makeup. Her reflection in the ornate mirror displayed a calm facade, but her eyes betrayed the hint of unease that has lingered in her heart for days. The air in the room seems heavy with anticipation, as if the world outside knew something Clara doesn't. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a tall, solemn butler named James stepped inside, his face etched with grief.James walked inside and informed with his voice trembling. “Miss Clara, there's... there's something I need to tell you.” Clara stopped her meticulous makeup application, her heart skipping a beat. She turned to face James, her eyes wide with concern.Clara looked at him, totally concerned. “James, what's wrong? You look
Rancel, still adorned in her elegant mourning attire, sat alone in her lavishly decorated bedroom. The room was filled with somber shades of black and gray, the grandeur of her surroundings serving as a stark contrast to her grief-stricken state. A small, delicate portrait of Eskaal rested on her nightstand, and she gazed at it with a mixture of sorrow and anger. Her eyes were red from crying, and her hands trembled as she clutched a handkerchief. Rancel smirked and inhaled deeply while recalling every kind of bad memory to change her tone. She started whispering, tears in her eyes as she began to pretend to be remorseful. “Eskaal... I never got to say goodbye.” She lowered her head, overcome by the weight of her emotions. Her anguish deepened, and for a moment, it seemed as though she was genuinely mourning his loss. However, a wicked smirk began to play at the corner of her lips. Her eyes gleamed with a cunning glint as she envisioned a cruel plan. Rancel began to practise before
Lily, the woman with a shrewd glint in her eyes and a flair for intrigue, sat in a dimly lit chamber. The room was filled with ancient scrolls, maps, and a large, ornate table covered in maps of the Lycan Kingdom. Lily's fingers drum on the table as she contemplated her plan.Zilver, the formidable alpha and his loyal military commander, stood at attention nearby, his presence exuding strength and authority. Lily began whispering, determined to find her brother’s corpse and Meagia. “Zilver, I have a plan, but it's risky. We need to act swiftly.”Zilver narrowed his eyes, his interest piqued, as he became curious. “What's your plan, my lady?” Lily leaned in closer, her voice a hushed but urgent whisper. She seemed confident with her suggestion. “We must invade the Lycan Kingdom through the underground tunnels and the forest on the west. We need to rescue Eskaal and Meagia.”Zilver's brows furrowed as he processed her audacious proposal. He became skeptical knowing it was not easy. “Inv
The chamber which was turned into a nursery room was bathed in soft, morning light filtering through delicate curtains. The room was adorned with plush toys, pastel-coloured walls, and a crib in the centre, where a peacefully sleeping baby lay. Kaldir peeked inside with the door ajar, his imposing figure with a stern countenance, entering the room with measured steps the lycan king stared at the child. He moved silently, his presence juxtaposed against the innocence of the sleeping child.As he approached the crib, his expression softened, revealing a tenderness hidden beneath his exterior. He gazed down at the slumbering infant, captivated by the sight of the child. The baby stirred, letting out a gentle coo, and Kaldir reached out a finger to lightly brush the tiny hand.Kaldir began whispering, with a hint of emotion. He leaned in near the child with a soft gaze. “You are the future, little one. A world of possibilities awaits you. You shall be my mate. I thought it was your mothe
[WEST FOREST NEAR THE LYCAN KINGDOM - NIGHT TIME]The forest was cloaked in darkness, its ancient trees shrouded in mystery and secrets. Moonlight pierced through the dense foliage, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. A group of Lycan guards, their faces hidden beneath hooded cloaks, moves stealthily through the woods, dragging a lifeless figure behind them.The moon casted an eerie pallor on the dense forest as the group of heavily armed guards, their faces obscured by shadows and their demeanour cold and relentless, make their way through the woods. Among them was the lifeless body of Eskaal, the alpha of the Gravestone pack who now was motionless and draped in a dark cloth sack.The forest was shrouded in an unsettling silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. The guards dragged the sack with grim determination, walking through the dense undergrowth, their boots trampling over fallen branches and leaves.Eskaal’s pale and lifeless body