Chapter 6

Tyron’s Pov

Every Lycan has its own time for transformation, mostly between the ages of 15 and 18, but I must have been one of those rare ones, to whom it happened at 15.

No one knows why, maybe because they were rarer and rarer, so nature also wanted to do its thing, but it’s irrelevant.

What matters is the pain and everything that happened that fateful night or morning, what marked me forever, not giving me the chance to still find who, how, when, and why, and the worst of all that is that I found my mate, and I know that he will hate me when he finds out the truth and that he is a monster, which everyone is afraid of for a reason.

My father was the king, which of course made my wonderful mother his queen, and they only had me, knowing that it would stay that way, I had all the privileges, but also the strictest and hardest training, which was not for everyone, even nor any Lycans, but that didn’t bother me, on the contrary.

I wanted to be as good and strong as possible, but also just, like my father, because leading the kingdom of Lycans was not at all easy, especially since I was the only son.

That day, like every day, I was training with my father and the guard, when we went to the border patrol, and when everything went black in front of my eyes, from the terrible pain that filled my whole body.

My father knew immediately what it was, as did my mother, who met me at the door, with a pale and worried face, knowing what awaited me, because I was a Lycan, my first transformation, and I was still practically a child, in her eyes, even though I was far away of that, but she didn’t have to know that, because as a king and heir, you get stronger and grow up, in an instant.

Although it was foggy in front of my eyes, and cold sweat covered my body, I saw how they were taking me to the basement, to an unknown cell, tying me with strong chains, both hands and feet, against a strong wall, closing the cell with a strong iron door, with bars.

I didn’t know the reason for that at the time, I only knew that Lycans can be dangerous when there is a transformation, because of the pain, but also if there is a mate nearby because then they can usually feel it, they will do anything to get it, not caring by the way, who could they hurt.

Though it didn’t make sense to me then, now maybe yes when Sinn had her first transformation but she’s a female Lycan she doesn’t have heat which is fine cause I don’t know if a million chains could stop me, but given our relationship, and the fact that she is incredibly strong, even for a Lycan, it made me do it, for her protection, even though it hurt like nothing in my life.

The hours of pain and transformation lasted deep into the night, repeating themselves several times, because a Lycan, a male Lycan, still a king, has several transformations, the first time, 3 to be exact, and each time he is stronger and stronger until he reaches his full size, which changes with age, because at 18, you have the largest and strongest size, your Lycan, and I was only 15.

I must say that I could hardly bear all those transformations, until I was exhausted, hanging on the chains.

I thought then, that I would see my father, who would come to me, as well as my mother, but that did not happen, not even after several hours, which passed very slowly, causing more and more doubt, and an increasingly strange feeling in me, and when I couldn’t connect with him, I knew something was wrong.

I tried to mind-link my mother, but I didn’t hear anything until I felt... her pain, as if she was calling me, that she needed me, and a million chains couldn’t hold me then, and the strength in me grew in a second, when I broke through the door, running after the smell of my parents.

I didn’t look around, nor did I have time to think about what was going on in the castle, or the packhouse, feeling their trail lead to the border.

The smell of blood was in the air, spreading like a thick mist, while in the distance there was only a commotion, no screams, no nothing, which was eerie and strange, but I did not manage to stop myself until the nearness of the forest became quieter, and that stopped me, making me cautious, which was my biggest mistake.

I slowly crept up, smelling the scent of my parents, suddenly nearby, but all my senses told me that something was wrong and that I was not alone when I saw my father, who suddenly turned towards me, pushing my frantic mother behind him, when I let out the worst scream I could, knowing I had to protect them but not knowing I had to protect them from myself when I felt a terrible pain in my neck, and then there was darkness.

It was never clear to me that night, just before dawn, when I woke up in my room, with Derek, my beta, standing over me, still bloody and scarred, looking at me with pity, which threw me into a rage, that I almost strangled him, knowing that my parents were dead and that it was my fault, so be it.

Two doctors, and he, managed to sedate me, while he told me what happened, but it didn’t make much sense to me.

“We found you in the forest, far from the border, the bodies of your parents and my father, a kilometer away.” He said bitterly, trying to stay composed, while I felt like crap, tied up and dazed, which didn’t help much, because yes I wanted to harm him myself, nothing would stop me, but I didn’t.

He was my only and most loyal friend Lycan since childhood, and it was difficult for me because of his father, as well as because of mine.

I had my mother for at least 15 years, he never even met his, and she died giving birth to him. “What do you mean a kilometer, I was standing in front of them, about twenty meters away!” I snarled, which surprised him.

“Impossible!” He shook his head.

“You were in human form and they were in Lycan form.” He replied.

“I remember that it was the other way around when I saw them, or rather killed them.” My voice trembled.

“Are you in your right mind?!” Derek shouted angrily.

“You think it’s easy for a 15-man to kill adult Lycans in their first transformation, don’t be ridiculous!”

“I remember that, my anger and their fear!” I shouted.

“And what else do you remember, where were you, were you alone?” Derek looked at me questioningly.

“I was alone, but I sensed someone else’s presence, probably theirs,” I finished, tired.

“I wouldn’t be this bloody if it wasn’t my fault they were dead, would I!” I raged.

“No!” the beta snarled.

“You are bloody because you broke through several iron doors, to get to them, feeling that something was wrong because you broke the bindings and chains, which pierced your skin and flesh, to the bone.

You are not bloody because you killed them, you did not, It’s someone else, someone, who wants you to think so.” He finished calmer.

“Anyway, I didn’t even save them.”

“It’s the same as if I killed them myself,” I said, believing it.

I still do, although it didn’t mean anything to Derek, because he’s still trying to solve the mystery, together with me, I can’t bring back the memories, which he says, there are more than what I think.

That’s how I earned the title of dangerous and narcissistic, callous Alpha, king of Lycans, which wasn’t far from the truth because feeling would mean losing, that hurts and I couldn’t allow myself to do that, even with her.