Chapter 5: Lycan

Each vein pulsating blood in your living body reacts to his presence and it's boiling with annoyance. 

And yet, he stands there, the edge of his lips scornfully lifting in mirth. 

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Thirteen Years Ago

Lycans display inhuman physical strength, speed, reflexes, endurance, and agility comparable to their vampire counterparts. These traits seem to apply to Lycans even when in human form.

Even in their human forms, Lycans also demonstrate other feats of superhuman strength, speed, and agility, such as catching crossbow bolts in midair, jumping extremely high, and overpowering both humans and vampires in physical combat. It is very likely that they can enter a state of hibernation and survive without blood or oxygen for centuries.

They possess enhanced senses of smell, hearing, and sight that are superior even to those of wolves, not just humans, and are also able to sense Vampires in close proximity to themselves.

Lycans can also use their claws and strength to scale sheer surfaces, having been seen to crawl along walls at great speed in pursuit of prey. They possess the ability to land on their feet without harm when falling from great heights. Their most unique ability is their ability to turn at will, though they usually turn at night.

The moon could only affect and forcibly transform a Lycan that had not yet learned to control their transformations, though they could use the moon's influence to change when weakened, such as when Lucian was restrained in silver for a day and escaped when the moon rose in the night sky.

Their transformations are quick and painless when they are in control but when the Lycan has not learned such control, the transformation is slow and painful, taking several minutes to finish instead of a few seconds like other Lycans.

They also possess superb physical resilience and remarkable regenerative abilities.

Jeongi taps the tip of your nose to grab your attention, whispering as the little TV show continues. "You know muffin cheeks, there was a time when these creatures freely soared the realm of magic. They were known to

help bring peace and healing in the land."

As much as you loved watching Spongebob Squarepants, Jeongi was known to love his books of myths.

Your eyes widen in fascination. "Really?

He smiles, nudging

towards your other brother munching on some popcorn. "Yes, really. They made sure no one gets into fights. Just like how you always make sure I don't hit Yoonsi up."

"Fighting is bad." You respond as a matter of fact, scrunching your face bitterly.

"I know." He says. "But unfortunately, one of them got into a fight."

The show no longer held your attention as you notice the sad expression on your usually smiling brother's face.

You didn't like seeing him sad. Maybe if you

let him continue his story he won't be sad anymore. "What happened?"

He seemed to be in deep thoughts and you began to wonder why. Then he flashes his eyes to meet with yours, sighing. "Well. One of them found something on earth...You know what he found?"

You shook your head cutely, curiosity jolting like a current in your veins. Jeongi smiles and fondly taps your nose as he whispers.

"He found love." 

Present

When they said they'd bring a sorcerer, you expected an old frail grandfather with a long grey-ash beard and a blue pointy dark blue hat. Maybe a wiggly stick too in his hand. 

Not a gorgeous looking young man whose features seemed to be spawned by Aphrodite's fingertips herself.

Lionell Draziw is his name. A tall man with flawless skin, pink lips, and a pair of mesmerizing crystal blue eyes. He has two adorable dimples that puncture your heart every time he sends you a little smile.

You're a sucker for a man with dimples.

It's been a couple of minutes since he's appeared and the room had been filled with the constant flick of a page.

Lionell didn't appear with a pointy hat and a magical stick but he did come with a book.

"She's not a vampire. Obviously." The handsome man says, swiping through an old leathered book that's the size of his chest. Which is quite a size by the way. Something like that should belong at a history museum. "She's human."

Of course, you're not a vampire.

At this rate, you have two choices to pick from. 

Either tell them what you really are, or they take their sweet time to figure it out themselves.

"But she healed herself." You watch as Dyan slice in-between the sorcerer and the book to scan through the pages like he owns it. "She can't be human. Half, I'll take it. But not just human. There's something we're missing."

The sorcerer rubs his forehead in exasperation, walking away from the vampire hybrid adamant for an answer he won't find in a book.

Aziel has been standing beside you the entire time, once in a while stealing glances. He looks away the second you catch him staring.

Now, what happened was that Dyan had told Lionell of a human who could heal faster than any powerful vampire and the guy just had to see it for himself to believe it. So with the help of his cousin Yvon, they formulated a plan.

It surprised you that they thought of the plan last month. Which basically means they've been aware of your abilities for quite some time now.

Talk about creepy. Yvon must've been the spy sent to keep you in check.

Pushing his lips back into a snarl, Dyan shuts the book before turning to face the sorcerer. As expected, he finds nothing that relates to you.

Yvon had been awfully quiet throughout the situation and you know exactly why. All those nervous ticks she's showing; fidgeting, sweating, trembling- it's because of Lionell.

When you asked if something was wrong, all she did was give you an assuring smile.

You can't blame her though.

Lionell emits this certain aura that can send a cold to slither down anyone's spine. His whole being screams power and intelligence and yet, you're surprised he still hasn't figured out what you are yet.

The eerie silence gets sliced into two when the sorcerer speaks. "I never said she was just human."

"Then what is she?"

"She's a hundred percent human." The blue-eyed man trails off, gnawing the bottom part of his lip before adding. "But she's also a hundred percent...mythical being."

He suddenly approaches you and sticks his hand out with a smile. "Excuse me, Miss."

Hesitantly, you give him your hand.

Lionell hums under his breath before giving you your hand back. "Just as I thought. She's a Lycan."

Now it was Aziel's turn to voice out his thoughts. "A Lycan? Didn't they go extinct centuries ago?"

Ignoring the latter, it's like a lamp had switched on inside Lionell as he lands a questioning gaze towards your direction. "You do know what you are right?"

"Um.."

Should you tell them? I mean, if they find out you knew all along, they might hate you for putting them in all of these hassles when you could've just said something.

Then again. It's not like you wanted to be dragged here in the first place.

Let them hate.

"Yeah." You trail off, finding the curtains suddenly so intriguing.

What kind of color texture is that?

Peach?

Yvon blanches at the sight of Dyan's fury emerging, whereas Aziel's features coils in utter amusement.

"You knew all this time." The blond says through gritted teeth. "But you didn't bother saying anything. Can't you see we're trying to help yo-"

"Oh bite me." You interrupt with an eye roll. "I never asked for your help."

And you got him right there. Dyan pokes the inside of his cheek.

It's not like they wanted to bring you here either. But curiosity got the best of them.

You can almost trace the tension swirling around the room and it was getting unbearable.

Yvon's already admitted that this was all a set-up just so they could get you here. So in reality, you're really not wanted here.

"I think you should bring me back."

You left three over-protective brothers on earth who wouldn't think twice to kill you if you don't answer your phone. The thought alone sends a freezing shiver to slither down your back.

"You're not leaving." It's Aziel's this time talking beside you, arms crossed over his chest. He does this thing of raising an eyebrow up, almost in a cocky manner that makes your blood boil.

"And why not?"

He shrugs, fabric scrunching from the motion of his lean shoulders. "Because I said so."