Episode 2 : Lycan Myth

My father always said he recognized my mother as his mate through her scent while others would say they recognized their mates by their scent as well.

Out of all this bases to recognized one true mate wasn't an option whereby a bolt of lightening will struck out just by touching each other.

My knees were weak but I managed to stand up on my feet as the man doesn't move an inch. My eyes was still glued to him all through.

He is weak. I know. Judging by his rasp breathing. It was dark and cloudy, about to rain at anytime.

" Follow me " I said to him. I lead him towards the secret passage where I usually used as my hideout when I was young.

My long lost best friend Maynard, a strange handsome boy whom I knew nothing about help me in building it.

Who would have ever thought my secret passage which I shared only with a strange boy I knew from the outskirts of Merry pack would be of greater use tonight?. The passage leads to my room and thankfully no one is around my quarter.

" Come in " I whispers to him and he step into my large Tastily furnished room. It wasn't much but I'm grateful for keeping things in order, not that this man right here would be aware of anything for he seems to be in much agony.

Under the artificial light in my room I could make out his face and features.

It took my willpower not to gasp in awe. This man right before me seem like a mystical creature for he is too handsome to be normal, to even be real.

His shoulders were as wide as the length of an ax handle, his back was a broad wedge tapering to narrow hips, and his legs were long, well muscled and covered in white hair that was repeated in the small of his back.

There was a regularity of feature in his face that was pleasing. Tattoos, image of a flower was drawn to his right side cheek and up to his forehead that gives him the dominant look.

His forehead was broad, his eyes were set well apart and thickly lashed, his cheekbones were high and well defined and his jaw fully reflected the determination of survival and I get it.

His hair which was thick, slightly curved and flowing was the color of a Raven's wing , stopping just by his waist.

I wonder why in woodland would a man leave his hair so long and so beautiful. His hair was tempting me to run my fingers through it, to test it's depth and texture.

I shook my head slightly all of a sudden to get my thoughts together.

I motion for him to seat on the only Couch in my room and he obeyed without saying a word.

His icy, White colored eyes were staring at me intensely and I chewed on my lower lips to focus. I allowed my eyes to trail around his body for any wound but I saw none.

Just as I was about to tore my eyes away from him was when I caught the sight of silver like liquid streaming out of his arm.

Air left my lung when I saw this abnormal sight. Instead of red blood this man right here possessed silver running through his vein.

This is not good. I thought to myself inwardly.

" I will get you the First aid kit " I Heard myself mutters before dashing out of the room. I let out a heavy breath as I walk through the silent hall towards the kitchen where the First aid kit is located.

My vision was blurry as the sight of the mysterious man and his strange blood cloud my senses. I wasn't watching nor paying attention to the way that I collided with Ethan and bounce backward.

He sneered at me before bursting into a fitful laughter as I landed on the floor with a thud.

" I see the thought of getting married to the big bad wolf is already taking it's toll on you " He mocked. He bent down and pulled me up to my feet gently before steering me towards the kitchen. " Don't worry sister, you see Lycan isn't a bad monster as the rumours has said. "

" Bad monster? " I repeated absently even though the thought of the mysterious man in my room was the reason I got chills in my vein.

" Yes "

We arrived at the kitchen and I quickly picked up the first aid kit.

" Thanks Ethan " I replied with a dry forceful smile. We both weren't a closed siblings, not that I ever want anything to do with him. I made to walk out but he caught my wrist.

" Who is hurt? " He asked while gesturing to the kit I was holding onto.

" I am hurt " I replied innocently. Well truly I was hurt from the bolt lightening when I touched my mate. My mate? Can I even call him that ? Is he aware of the fact too? Is this a way to decline the marriage with Lycan Myth?.

My mind reel of series questions as I made my way back to my room. I pushed open the door careful and I stepped in. He was still on the couch but he was bleeding profusely onto the floor, if we could call the impact of silver liquid oozing out of his arm ' bleeding '. His eyes was closed and he seem unconscious.

Is he dead? I do not think so Because the movement of his chest makes it obvious. Suddenly the thought to touch his face crossed my mind .

Would I be wrench away by another bolt of lightening ? Would I not? I could only touch him to find out.

I reached out, my fingers towards his white face which was framed by his long hair. I was only a few inches away from touching him by the cheek when his voice came melodiously.

" Don't. You might be struck dead this time "

I gasped in Great awe when he opened his icy eyes to stare at me. His voice held unto the mystery and Melody of the world.

I couldn't ask the moon goddess for more after providing such a mystical, glorious man for me as my mate.

I step backward and bent down to attend to his wound but he held out his hand. That was when I saw his long Milky fingers.

It also has tattoos. I frown in confusion. why would anyone be gifted the beautiful image of flowers on the hand and cheek?

" I would dress your wound to stop the blee..ding " I stammer but he shook his head.

Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. Stunned and perplexed I rushed to the door to stop whoever it is from coming in.

I walk out and quickly closed the door behind me to face my dad.

His expression was unread and I understand. He just hurt my feelings by arranging a suicide marriage for me. He deserves none of my smile so I look away from him but wait to listen.

" Uh I was on my way to the library and I thought I should check on you " He was uneasy about the conversation. I know his real purpose of visiting me was to see if I wasn't drowning myself in tears.

" Thanks father " I replied shortly, leaving out the part that I have finally found my mate.

" Well then I will advise you to stay put in your room. I see your sweet dead mother is by you, Lycan Myth was said to have been struck dead by his brother Maynard " He said with a smile expecting me to jump up for joy but instead I frowned deeply in confusion.

" How do you mean father? "

He laughed heartily and then speak out. " Maynard , Lycan's step brother had succed in killing the Big bad wolf so you will be getting marry to his brother and not Lycan anymore "

I should be happy, I should be excited but surprisingly I am not.

" But I thought Lycan is the most powerful Lycan in woodland "

" Well you might be right Amelia " My father drawl " But I guess everyone has a weakness and Maynard had found Lycan's weakness. I'm excited you won't be marrying a man who has no blood but stream of silver "

WHAT! My heartbeat paused immediately as I took in my father's words. Did he just say stream of silver as blood?.

" Stream of silver liquid? " I repeated horrified and he nodded carefully.

" No one ever saw Lycan bleed but the people saw it tonight in Icy pack. They all says He has no blood but stream of silver running through his vein"

Oh no! I was stunned totally by this new information. Instinctively I turn slowly to face the door of my room with a racing heartbeat.

I can't believe I got the big bad wolf in my room. I dashed in at once but I was too late. The couch was empty but the window was left open. I dashed towards the window and peer out just in time to see the swift movement and then nothing.

The lightening struck again and finally the rain start pouring aggressively.

" Amelia are you okay? " I heard the voice of my father behind me but I didn't respond.

No doubt about it. The man I just saved is Lycan Myth, also known as the Big bad wolf and woodland Lycan. ironically he is my true mate.

I staggered backward, completely horrified. He should still be out there, he shouldn't have gone too far. I thought as I retraced my step and race towards the exit in search for him