The Lycan

Two cars were moving very fast through the darkness. Almost like racing on a circuit. They drove without wanting to stop. The driver pays attention to the forest to his right and left, then looks at the rearview mirror and looks at the car following him, making sure the car continues to follow them without any problems. From the look on his face, worry and nervousness were very clear. In the middle passenger seat, there was a middle-aged woman who still occasionally shed tears. Her hand gently stroked the hair of the seven-year-old boy who was sleeping on her lap. The woman tried to look tough, but her tears wouldn't cooperate. It just keeps flowing without being stopped. Meanwhile, the car behind them had three men in it. One of them was a teenager who was unconscious, covered by a thick blanket. His face was covered in wounds and looked dirty. They were all equally nervous and worried. Occasionally, a twenty-five-year-old man, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, would see

Punch after punch was heard clearly from a fairly large room. The punches sounded loud and echoed in the room without stopping. Even though it had happened many times, the punches did not decrease or weaken. They became stronger and harder. His body was covered in sweat that was flowing profusely. He also kicked occasionally. "How long are you going to do that? Isn't that too much?" Zaiden walked over. Lyall ignored him, he continued to hit the punching bag. "Exercise makes you healthy but too much makes you sick." Lyall still ignored Zaiden. He continued to hit without stopping. "Gosh, that kid, he really ignoring me," Zaiden grumbled softly, even though he knew Lyall heard it clearly, thanks to his werewolf's sharp hearing. "HEY..... HELLOOOOOO???!!" Zaiden's shout made Lyall stop his punches. He took a deep breath and also rolled his eyes, but the next second, he returned to hitting the punching bag hanging in front of him. Zaiden snorted in annoyance. He threw the towel tha

The kitchen was busy early in the morning. Eira flipped the pancakes she made and prepared plates and cutlery. But only two plates. Then she filled one glass with milk and two other glasses with coffee. Since her mother passed away a year ago, Eira has been in charge of cooking in the kitchen. Eira placed the pancakes one by one on the two plates, along with the arrival of one of her brothers, Charlie. "Morning, sweetheart." Charlie put his bag on the floor and sat on one of the chairs. "Hmm.... The smell of the pancakes is amazing." Eira just kept quiet hearing her brother's praise. She added syrup to the pancakes and then washed her cooking utensils. "How was school?" Charlie put a small piece of pancake in his mouth. "As usual." Eira sat on her chair. "If there is a problem, tell me. Anything." Charlie asked but Eira just stared at him for a moment and then drank it. Charlie looked at his only sister. His sister was indeed a quiet child, but usually, she would tell him any

Zaiden was still standing quite a distance from Lyall and Eira. He watched them silently. Lyall should have turned into a monster and Zaiden was wary of that. But nothing happened. He heard Lyall's heartbeat which was still beating faster than normal. But not as fast as before. "What's wrong? Has he changed?" asked Theon who had just arrived. "Uhmm... I don't know. I don't understand. He should have changed by now, seeing his condition earlier. But this is strange.." Zaiden was silent for a moment. "Wait, what are you doing here?" "I thought you needed help." "No Theon, you could get hurt or die." "Then you don't?" Theon looked at Zaiden then sighed. "Two is better than one. And beta is on his way here. While alpha is out of town but beta has informed him." Zaiden nodded. "For now, let's just watch." "Wait, that's... Eira." Theon said while pointing at Eira. "Eira? Who is she?” “The third child of the Lurvine couple.” “Lurvine? That name sounds very familiar. Where

The bell rang. Lyall quickly grabbed his bag and left the classroom. He left as fast as he could to avoid Miro. “Why are you walking so fast?” Miro asked, who was starting to have difficulty keeping up with Lyall. “None of your business and stop following me.” “I’m just curious. If she’s really your mate, then—” Lyall stopped walking and glared at Miro. “I know I’m still a teenager, but I’m an alpha. My bite is deadly for you. So don’t make me upset.” Lyall turned around and started walking again. “But I’m curious. They are too. You’ve found a mate at a young age! There’s no one like you.” “Gosh, you’re so nosey.” Lyall said as he continued walking. “That’s amazing. Come on, admit it. She’s your mate, right?” Lyall was annoyed and didn’t want to answer anything Miro said. They were really nosey. It made him sick. “Lyal.” Lyall ignored the call. “Lyall.” Lyall was still walking out of school. “Lyall.” “WHAT?! Can you stop calling me?!” Lyall shouted. Several