Chapter 6: Who are you?

Rogue King POV

Blood.

I was thirsty for it, and so were my men.

Behind me, I heard the Rogues infiltrate the pack. There were screams of terror beyond the walls and around me. Limbs were torn into shreds, and guts were spilled.

There was blood everywhere, dark red like an expensive painting.

I felt the excitement grow in me as doom befell the Moonveil pack.

The screams were like music to my ears. Rogues sank their teeth into the necks of helpless werewolves who once had the courage to arrest me with silver chains.

I chuckled, locking my gaze on the Alpha I was slowly choking to death.

“I will ruin you and your entire pack.” I said.

Alpha Cedric struggled in my grasp, trying to escape. He was no match for me. I sunk my claws into his neck, and he whimpered.

I had no idea why I was so angry. A part of me said it was the girl, the one I saved. Lyra

The thought of the kind of terror this Alpha had unleashed on the girl made me more furious, and I flung the Alpha against the wall. His body hit it with a loud thump.

He lay on the floor for a few moments, catching his breath. With a loud growl, I charged towards him. Fury blinded me and raised my class in the air, about to strike when—

“Stop!” I heard a loud cry.

Lyra stood before me, using herself as a shield for Alpha Cedric.

I growled in protest, but I withdrew my attack. This has never happened before. I have never stopped mid-attack for anyone before.

“What do you think you are doing?” I roared at her.

“Please stop.” She looks around, taking note of the wolves being torn apart by my rogues, and she turns teary eyes to me. “Please just stop them, I beg you. Don't destroy my home.” She said.

Something about those eyes broke me. All the anger and rage I felt was suddenly dispelled, and I backed away. I raised a hand in command to the rogues, barking out a ‘stop’

What was happening?

It was almost as if I had no control of my own emotions. It felt like her pleas had forced a calm on me.

I hated it.

I felt my blood rage in hunger. I wanted to spill blood. I needed to kill every last one of them until I felt the utmost satisfaction, yet Lyra’s words were holding me back.

It was some kind of invisible bond that was trying to control my thirst.

My wolf snarls. “We must not stop now. We have to kill him. He has challenged us.”

“I can't,” I growled back in my head.

He snarled. “You would let her control you?”

“I can't help it.” I backed away. “I just can't.”

There was a silence. I expected my wolf to bite back with a harsh response, but I was surprised at his silence. Slowly, I felt the bloodthirst dissipate.

I frowned, looking at Lyra.

“Who the hell are you?” I growled.

She looked at me in confusion. “I'm Lyra.” She said softly.

I rolled my eyes. As much as her name gave me another calming sensation, that was not what I was curious about.

“What is it about this girl that makes me want to stop?” I asked my wolf, “Why does her voice calm me? And why do I want to obey every word she asks of me?”

For a few moments, my wolf kept his silence, and I was sure he had no answer to my questions. Then suddenly, I felt a ringing in my head, and I groaned, placing a palm over it.

A vision.

I haven't had one in a long while.

What I saw next left me bewildered.

I saw a girl. Not just any girl, but a familiar one. She looked a lot like Lyra, but just younger.

She was smiling, and there was some kind of glow around her. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it wasn't pure white light. It had an orange hue, like…fire.

My body felt warm, and my wolf finally broke his silence, speaking over the image I could see in my head.

“Maybe she is the one.” He said.

 “The girl from the prophecy... it’s her.” I answered. I was sure of it.

A chill ran through my spine at those words. I looked at Lyra in shock.

How was that possible?

I looked around; the rogues were waiting for my command to continue their attack. I could see the confusion on their faces for suddenly telling them to pull back.

I sensed the tension in the air, the desire to kill. But I ignored it. Lyra was more important as of now. And if it meant listening to her just to get what I want, then I would.

I gently pushed Lyra out of the way and faced Alpha Cedric, who had now shifted back to human form, nursing his wounds.

“I’ll spare your lives. Your walls. Your people.” I started “But only on one condition: if she comes with me. She belongs to me now.”

I pulled Lyra closer, ignoring her small effort to protest against my hold.

Alpha Cedric snorted. “Take her. I don't care what you choose to do with her.” He looks around and laughs. “Looks like she's going to have a fate more brutal.”

I ignored the urge to throw a punch at the Alpha’s face.

Unlike the Moonveil pack, I have no intention to harm her. However, I doubted Lyra felt the same way.

I felt her trembling under my hold.

She was scared, scared of me. She had no idea I wouldn't harm her.

In a way, that was good. At least she wouldn't know the kind of power her words have over me. However, I tried to give her a choice.

“Come with me.” I said, letting her go.

Lyra looked confused, almost as if she wasn't sure if she could trust me. Then, her gaze softened, and she stepped forward, taking my hand.

“If it means peace… I’ll go with you,” she said.

She placed her hand in mine, and I lifted her hand gently.

My rogue army withdrew.

And together we walked out of the palace. Just before it disappeared out of sight, I turned to see Lyra looking back one last time at the pack that hated her.