"Get up weakling."The Lycan king's voice is the only thing that makes sense to me right now.I sit up and try to get on my feet but I find myself falling back down. I hit the floor with a thud and i stay there for a while. This isn't half as hellish as the training I had to endure at Cain's hands and I know I should be thankful for it, but I'm not. I think I would take that training any day over this. What is this even? I still don't know what we're here to do, just that i got saved from being poisoned and saved the man sneering down at me too.I don't even want to think of what Raymel might think of me after all this. I know it won't be anything nice so that's a bummer.I try to stand up again and this time I actually get onto my feet. The man named Lyros shakes his head and scoffs before he walks past and heads for the door.My eyes widen in panic and I almost scream for him not to open it, but he does and nothing happens.I'm not hit by any odor so strong and foul that I collap
I watch as she walks away with Raymel and Raymel's father walks up to me.Galan has always been an oddity among the rest of the Lycan tribes. The others think he poses no particular threat to whatever it is they're cooking up in their clans but I know reverse is the case.Galan might be the deadliest of them all and unlike them, he doesn't wear his power over his shoulders. Not in his stance and not in his gaze. Not in his appearance and certainly not in the color of his eyes.He's standing beside me, leaning over the rail, in a shirt and shorts."Aren't you going to acknowledge a fellow king, Lyros of the north?"Maybe in his tone one could catch a glimpse of the power this man wields but even then, his tone is light, jesting, testing, waiting for an entry."Good morning to you, King Galan of the corridor."He chuckles and shakes his head ruefully."I think it's better if you omit the title and stuff. I'm still regular old Galan.""You sure don't look like you're old."Another chuckl
Raymel's dancing lessons come in handy two days later and I count down the days as I count down my steps.Seven days.I'll be here with the Lycan king for seven days. It doesn't feel like so much time but i feel it is. My father as the Alpha had never left the pack for a day or more. First of all to make sure he didn't find it in the hands of someone else when he came back, someone who could mobilize the wolves of his pack against him and force him to concede the pack to them.The fact that he knows the pack can be taken from him in his absence always made me see him as not as strong as he always portrayed himself to be. Of course I always kept my thoughts to myself on that, but Lyros, a Lycan king, leaving his realm and staying in another for a whole week..... i don't know what to say about it, just that it feels risky and unusual at the same time. Cain can hold down the fort in his absence but i don't remember him being that nice to Cain too. He might go back home to meet an uprisi
"You brought me here to help you steal something."I turn back and she's standing there. Fake Bravery on her face and her stance set to flee at the slightest sign of danger.I move back to what I was doing earlier and ignore her. "I can help you steal it Lyros."My name on her tongue sets a reaction off in me and in a split second, she has her back on the wall, her eyes wide open and her hands clawing at her throat as she struggles and gasps for breath. I retract my hands and she crumples to the floor, gasping for breath, and the gown she's wearing pooling around her like purple clouds.She's wheezing when she looks up at me and I meet her hard glare. Something inside me tells me this is wrong, that I'm not meant to treat her like this, but it's been a rough day for me too and I am not in the mood to be disturbed."Get out.""No."My eyes widen just the tiniest fraction and she stands up under my stare. There are imprints around her neck and I know her skin must prick her but she sti
The hunt is something I was not informed of. I think the Lycan king left that bit out so I wouldn't get freaked out, but again, with how he's been acting lately I can't tell if he likes me or wants to hurt me.The high-neck outfits I've been wearing are a reminder of the fact that he almost strangled me to death. I don't know what's wrong with him, but I know I don't want to cross him a second time.I should be resentful and full of hate for the Lycan king but I find myself being unable to. I do hate him, but I wasn't lying when I told Drakon I feel he's troubled.His moods are like the tide, slow sometimes and fast at others. It's enough of a reminder that he is the Lycan king and I am not to mess with him."Adelaide, catch!"I snap out of my thoughts and raise my hand to catch the ball but Raymel moves faster than me. He moves faster than I could ever move.His form blurs from the spot he had thrown the ball and in an instant he's behind me, his hand catching the ball sailing just
The hall is silent when I step out.This is a human building so I know I don't have to worry about stepping on some weird plant trap the Lycans use in ensuring their houses are safe from thieves back over the barrier. I've never been able to figure out why there a barrier or why there's a need for it. If I could guess, I'd say it's so we don't kill the humans and so they don't kill us.I've never been around any humans to be able to judge how violent they are. They could be good people, kinder than the pack my parents run and kinder than any Lycan I've met.My feet move the moment I hear the sound of footsteps recede and I proceed on my mission. The outfit I'm in is a simple one. Pants and a shirt, just not so simple that anyone who saw me would think I was obviously here to steal.I could be mistaken for a guest in these. A female with a different sense of fashion and style and maybe at that point in time, this outfit will be my saving grace.I stop at the foot of the stairs that l
The door creaks and I run to the nearest shadow I can find, throwing myself behind one of the stone pillars in this place and making sure not to touch anything.I'm sure half of the objects in here are rumored to have been able to work miracles a few hundred years ago.Or maybe a million years ago. No one really knows. The last Lycan that could access the power of the moon had died a very young death.Now these things are just artifacts in a huge place and this isn't even half of the whole thing.I track the steps of whoever this is as I control my breathing at the same time.The steps I hear are cautious, wary, not the steps of someone who should be here.I barely hear the footsteps coming from down below before I'm out of my hiding spot, grabbing whoever this is by the arm and pulling them into that area of darkened shadow with me.The scent of something warm fills my nose and from the way she goes rigid, I know she's the one immediately.The door to the museum opens and the sound o
She walks into the room and the chatter of those around me dies down.She looks stunning in the dress, but she's been stunning in every dress she's worn since she came here so I see it as normal now.My normally stunning werewolf bride, who I am yet to kill and who is not supposed to be here at this moment.I wait for her to forge a path to me. Lycans are proud creatures, so she has to draw her skirts up and bunch folds of the fabric in her hand to walk well, and even when she does, she bumps into as many people as are around us before she finally gets to me, huffing."I am so going to rip this monstrosity of fabric up when I'm out of it ."I chuckle and bring the glass flute in my hand to my lips."Cain would kill you."She goes rigid at that and I cock an eyebrow up at her. She regards me for a moment, makeup letting her features look even more surreal and the dark substance used to outline her eyes making them look like deep wells.Great warm pools of brown. Black and brown give m