Your Silver had haunted me since her coming here. A Lycan around her pack? What other Lycan than the one I was looking at now?
I raised the torchlight to see his face. He lay face down, always tired breathing heavily as though he had just eaten.
My warriors treated him like a pet, and he surely acted like one. I dropped the torch in the holder and attempted to walk away.
Suddenly, the Lycan growled, halting me. It carried authority and commanded obedience. My legs froze at the sound.
He had never shifted to his human form, so there was no way to talk to him, though I was aware Lycans could communicate verbally in wolf form. This one was just stubborn.
“Do you want to say something? How many of your kind are out there?” I folded my arms.
A chuckle erupted from him, making the fire on the torch flicker. At least it was a reaction–not an ideal one–but it was something. He had never reacted before.
“Would you answer me, or did you remember an amusing past of yours?”
His muzzle opened, and for the first time, words came out of it. “There are no other Lycans out there. I killed them all.”
That was both comforting and disturbing. “For the records, thank you for killing them. But why did you?” I asked.
He moved again, onto his side, then lay on his face again, as though his body was too heavy to hang sideways. He groaned as he spoke.
“They didn’t deserve to be Lycans when they were weaker than Werewolves. Wanting simple lives like Werewolves when we could lord-”
He choked on his words and stopped speaking, gagging. I maintained a blank expression.
He had killed the other Lycans because they wanted to live like Werewolves? Wasn’t that a good thing for once? Lycans living like wolves, inside packs, or having packs of their own. Being in human form most of the time and falling in love. That was good and beautiful for both them and us, Werewolves.
“So you were a Lycan King who didn’t want his pack to be happy? Look where you ended up.” I scoffed.
Another growl left his mouth, but it didn’t have as much effect on me as the first. He was a total joke–a–wasted Lycan.
“You serve me now, and I could teach you how to prioritize your pack before your selfish needs. But now you have no pack.” I smirked.
“Not for long.”
My eyebrows arched. “Not for long? You plan to steal my pack or what?” Unknown anxiety engulfed me. I knew such things happened while messing with Lycans, yet I never listened to my wolf or my instincts–or Your Silver as she hinted at it.
“No.”
My heartbeat slowed down. “No? No what?”
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Could he stop speaking with so few words and explain clearly? No at?” I repeated.
“No, I won’t serve you for long. Soon, I’ll get strength, run off, and e in peace. Or we’ll agree on when I can leave after I do your bidding.
It was nice to see he knew his place. He wanted cooperation because of how useless he was. But what was I to gain?
“Perhaps having a peaceful mind that no Lycan holds a grudge against you?” my wolf, Zeke, suggested.
I rolled my eyes. “What exactly do I gain from cooperating with you? I enquired, stepping closer to his cage.
“I don’t attempt to run away or ruin your pack. I may not have strength, but there are lots of wolves I could handle-”
“Is that a threat?” I cut him short.
He groaned, turning onto his back and pushing his heavy body up to stand. “Those aren’t threats but reasons why we should cooperate.”
I couldn’t quite see his eyes, but they had a golden tint. He was still in his lead warrior stage, transitioning to Delta rank.
I’d meet him myself and not send my Delta, in case he attempted pulling a fast one on him. My former Delta couldn’t lose both a daughter and son.
Thinking of Sasha’s disappearance along with my unborn child, I felt discouraged about everything. What was I fighting for without an heir? And then thinking about the prophecy that said I was no longer eligible to be Alpha King, it left me purposeless.
“Those questions you ask yourself–only you can find the true answers to them.‘
”
I looked up at the Lycan as he spoke. How did he know I was questioning myself?
“I was once an Alpha King. There are times like this, but know this someone has to die for the greater good. Everyone, if possible
“Then if everyone dies, what’s the use?” I queried. “Who was to share your celebration of victory with?”
He said nothing to defend himself. I sighed. I wasn’t about to take advice from
pack.
Attempting
“I’ll think about it, then come to you,” I replied.
a
deranged Lycan King who killed his family and
as he inched toward me. “About my offer-”
He sighed, sounding like a deep groan. “I hope it won’t take long. I quite want to know what you’re after and get out of this place-”
“You will know… and you’ll get out of this place,” I finalized and walked out of the prison.
More worries clammed my head. Was I really making the right decision by working with a Lycan? Was my goal worth the danger?
I was about to close the prison door when I heard a light chuckle from the Lycan. I waited.
“These Werewolves never learn…” he yawned and fell back onto his face.
I closed the door and paused, trying to understand what he meant. Did he trick us into something?
My wolf wanted me to confront him about those words, but
didn’t. He could deny it if he actually had bad intentions.
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Lycans and Werewolves can’t mix. They don’t cooperate! To kill Your Silver’s mate, you want to go that far!” Zeke screamed in my head.
“She’s no longer your mate, so you should stop being so thoughtful of her,” I reminded him, making him mellow down.
Destroying Your Silver’s mate was about more than just ensuring the prophecy went unfulfilled–it was also because he’d be a bad king.
So far, she hadn’t found out who it was. That meant he wasn’t even an Alpha, Bet
a, or Delta. Probably some lowlife wolf who’d be Alpha King? How could such a man replace me? Funny.
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