The Lycans and Werewolves are two different species of wolf man but they carry a common past. The ancient legends speak of a king named Licaon who lived in Greece, southern Europe, more precisely in the city of Arcadiae who would have been cursed by Zeus for committing unholy and cruel acts. It is said that he was a sadist, who murdered the visitors of his castle and used to serve his meat to guests at the dining table.
One day Zeus himself would have disguised himself as mortal and visited the Licaon’s castle, when he sat at the table, he found out that human flesh was served to him. He would then have cursed King Licaon, making him turn into a wolf every night. Unable to keep control over his body, he wandered hunting and eating raw meat, without sleeping or resting. Due to the weight of the curse and the stress it caused him, he had a few years to live, but her wife gave birth to two children before his death. She prayed to the Moon to deliver her children from that evil, was in part attended by the Goddess, who had no power to extinguish but softened the karma of her children.
As the curse of Zeus was extended to the offspring of Licaon, his sons were born carrying this burden. The eldest son was like his father, had a rude and violent behavior. When he reached the age of sixteen and began to transform, he was able to transmute, when he wanted, into a beastly creature, half man, half wolf. He started walking on two legs and his body was full of fur, he had sharp claws that could tear apart any prey with ease and very sharp teeth, his appetite and fury had no end. This beast came to be known as Lycan, which would later be as their descendants would also be known.
The youngest son was a calm and very intelligent boy, lover of arts and culture. He turned into a wolf, like his father, but it wasn’t every night,only on full moon nights. He could not control his metamorphosis,when the transformation took place the beast prevailed over man, causing him to go out hunting and slaughtering victims.
This and his descendants were called by the people of Werewolves. The brothers fought for their father’s kingdom until their last days, and their offspring continued to struggle facing the search for power. Among these wars, entire villages and kingdoms were decimated and many innocent people died, this only caused the curse to extend and endure to the present day. Over the years, the origins of the conflict have become legends, but animosity between species continued. The two descendants spread around the world, forming clans and packs everywhere, they were called several names, varying according to the region in which they were established.
The Alpha Lycan of each clan should be someone very strong and powerful to the point of maintaining order and people under full control, him and the council of elders. On the battlefield they were ruthless and unstoppable, possessed strength, agility and uncontrollable fury. The Lycans lived in a simple way, with an almost tribal organization, they honored the traditions and followed the old customs, passed down from generation to generation and they became beasts when they wanted, and it was necessary, without the influence of the moon. Because of that, the Lycans were considered inferior by werewolves, who saw them as beasts who had a savage behavior.
Werewolves also organized into clans, but usually preferred to live in packs, which were smaller groups of individuals. They had a more urban and contemporary lifestyle, adapting well to the space and time in which they lived. A werewolf was a being of his time, not giving much importance to old traditions and beliefs, the only custom they kept was the belief in the Moon Goddess, who had saved them from certain death imposed by Zeus. Both groups worshipped her and followed her precepts. His social pyramid was also similar, the leader was always an Alpha wolf, and his wife a Luna, then came the Betas and finally the Gamas, these lived on the fringe of society and were usually servants or even slaves.
The command was passed by inheritance of blood or conquest, they could be born an Alpha, and pass that mantle to your children or become one, if you beat the leader of some group in a dispute. An Alpha, especially of the Lycans, was a leader, a king, a father and a brother to the members of his pack, was the mirror of the clan and depended on him its maintenance and survival, he, usually advised by the elders, made the important decisions and his word was law.
It had been a few generations since the Lycans no longer had war as their main objective, most Alphas were more concerned with their group’s subsistence and with maintaining their way of life. Agriculture and animal husbandry, as they did, was an uncertain business in the modern world, which was increasingly dominated by technology and agribusiness. The Ebrar clan had long settled in the region of Canada, setting up their village near forests and great icy mountains. The weather was cold, but they learned to take care of the herds, facing the low temperatures. Their homes and their village were simple, but they were fully adapted to that lifestyle.
The current Alpha of the mountain’s clan was a Lycan named Aram, he was a very strong and respected leader, despite his young age, being in his thirties. He had his beloved wife, who was destined for him by the goddess Moon, cruelly murdered by a pack of werewolves due to rivalry between species. That day he was destroyed as a man, leaving only the beast he harbored within, and this beast thirsted for blood and hunger for the flesh of his enemies. His existence became meaningless, and he lived only to seek revenge.
He had managed to kill almost the entire werewolves pack responsible for the attack, but a few members managed to escape and he eventually lost their trail. When he returned to his clan, Aram failed to free himself from pain and anger, he became a mediocre leader, unaware of the demands of his people. Choosing to stay alive can be much harder than dying, so he just complied with the basic demands and became the shadow of the Alpha he once was.
Lately Aram hated the visit of his uncle, in fact, he hated any visit that came to interrupt his successful and satisfactory ordeal of pain and self-pity. Yasmina had left for life beyond life, and he deserved all that suffering, for he had not protected her. The Moon Goddess had blessed him when she placed her in his destiny and he was not worthy of that grace, sometimes choosing to stay alive was much harder than dying.Now he would have to live the rest of his days under the weight of having been indirectly responsible for her death and the pain of no longer having his destined Luna. To live his ordeal, he only needed to be alone, which was very difficult, since he was still the Alpha of that clan, despite coming for months neglecting his duties. He did not care to hear the many laments of his uncle, who came to bring news from the council of elders. The man told Aram that the elders were about to give up on him, and they were already looking for a way out of that situation.— Aram
The girl arrived in the village one week after the agreement between Lycan and werewolves was signed. Aram sent his betas who had better training in combat to go get her, he was still not sure that the agreement was not some trap.She was handed over to them halfway that connected the villages, right in the middle of the forest. Szafir was Aram’s beta of trust, they had fought several battles and built together a stability for the clan. The friend was a wolf of honor, whom he could trust. If it was really a trap, he was the right person to identify and neutralize the attack.However, everything went smoothly. When the group of Betas arrived at the indicated place to pick up the girl, their leader, Szafir, was very impressed with the aspect of the female that would be the new Luna of the pack. She really looked pretty young and scared, it was obvious she wasn’t a welcome guest in that werewolf pack. She had her hands and feet tied and her mouth gagged.That seemed a little exaggerated,
Lucine was a wolf of the Boram pack, the almost extinct Boram pack, a bunch of rogue and cruel rascals, including her parents. She would never forget the day they cornered that female, what they did to her was cruel, and all that just because she was from the Lycans clan.Their leader had hunted them down and finished off almost everyone, only two gammas, Lionel and Ralf had managed to escape taking Lucine with them. She had lived only as a burden to the pack, for she did not share their ambitions. Her parents only thought of the damn war, about acquiring power, money and applying blows.The night the Alpha Lycan killed them all, the Gammas took her and could do with her what they always wanted, they took revenge the way they were treated by the Alphas and Betas of the pack.They put her to do all kinds of work at the hideout, in the months they held her captive, until Lionel decided he needed a female, and that he was good enough to have an alpha. Ralf at first was reticent, doubting
The Alpha’s house was a hut like many others Lucine had seen in the village. It was not large, but it seemed comfortable for a single male. It had a room with a large sofa and two armchairs that looked very inviting. It had a fireplace and a piece of furniture with a modern Led TV, most of the floor was covered with a huge carpet.The kitchen was small but had everything we needed, and the only room in the house was the suite in which she had arranged for the wedding. When they left the wedding, they walked to the cabin. The place where the festivities were set up, was a central square, located right in the middle of the village. It was a few blocks from the house, and the path was walked in silence by the bride and groom.Aram opened the door of the residence and gestured for her to enter first, he then entered and closed the door behind him. He also closed the windows and curtains, to bar any vision that someone outside could have. At that moment Lucine began to get even paler and t
Aram woke up early, as was his custom when he was sober. He looked at his cell phone and it was only seven o'clock,he had nothing scheduled for this morning, as well as for any time of day. Everyone expected him to want to be alone with his wife and enjoy the honeymoon as much as possible, which was a long way from his reality. He couldn't stay in bed all day, but he also couldn't go out and be sharing the room with that female who reminded him of everything he wanted to forget. Firewood, he remembered he needed to cut wood. The winter was near and he needed to replenish his stock of dry firewood. That would certainly keep him busy in the backyard of the cabin for at least the whole morning. When he got dressed and left the room he found her still deeply asleep on the couch, approached closer and shook her slightly to awaken. — Wake up girl, I said you need to get up early and put the covers away. She woke up scared looking around, seemed, for a moment, not to realize where she wa
Aram felt watched, raised his eyes and the she-wolf was standing at the kitchen door staring at him. He could smell her fear, and he didn't understand, since he hadn't even noticed her there. When he looked at her longer, he saw that she had changed clothes, she was wearing a sweatshirt set that appeared to be 5 times her size. What a fine job Szafir had done.— What is it? Do you have something to tell me?— I, I was wondering if you have any tasks that I can do. I don't want to sit on the couch looking at the walls.He supported the axe blade on the ground before responding to her.— You can, I don't know, watch TV. Take the opportunity to catch up on your favorite program.— I don't have a favorite show anymore.She replied to him in a very serious tone. Aram took a long breath, knowing that it would not be so easy to get rid of her company.— Then you can go get all the firewood I crack and take to the pile in the shed.He said, pointing to the large wooden building that was almos
They ate in silence and when they finished Lucine went to collect the dishes to clean them. Aram held her wrist when she went to take his. — After you do that, wait for me on the living room couch. She did as he asked while Aram headed to the room. He returned with a box of first aid supplies and sat on the same couch as her, but further away. — Now take off your sneakers and put your leg on the couch. She obeyed him, put her foot already without the sock up the couch, near where he was. He took her leg, put it in his lap and began to carefully examine her injuries. He realized that there were several scars, one on top of each other, which meant that she spent a lot of time tied with the ropes hurting her. The wounds healed and others were opened. At that moment he knew that the female had gone through something truly bad. He thought it best not to make any comments, washed the area with serum and applied an antibiotic ointment. — You’re
— Dog food? How would I imagine? You don't even have a dog! Lucine tried to explain herself, visibly confused. — You arrived here yesterday, how can you tell if I have a dog or not? — Where is this dog then, and why wasn't it written on the package that was dog food? Aram dried his mouth with a dishcloth that was on the stove. Despite everything, the stew had not tasted so bad, only the texture was strange. When Yasmina died, he couldn’t keep their dog, Eros. Szafir then took the animal to his home, so that the dog would be taken care of decently. The rare times he went shopping, he bought food for the animal and delivered it to his friend. With the latest events, he had forgotten to deliver the dog food to Szafir. — The dog doesn't live here anymore, but I still bring food from time to time. Well, but it doesn't matter, there's no way to eat that, I'm going to make some sandwiches. She started emptying the dishes back into the p