My Lycan Prince

Mercy.I had never hated Marcy. She was my twin, even thinking about it felt like hating a part of myself. We were connected, and I was sure that she could feel it too, and I was also sure that she hated it.She didn't always hate me. I vividly remember that one time a bigger pup pushed me and I had scraped my knee. Marcy was enraged. She chased the boy, and although he was bigger than her, she threw him down and threw dirt in his mouth.Tingles of joy spread across me each time she defended me, or got into fights for my sake. I loved her.Marcy grew up faster than I did, earning the attention of everyone. And honestly, our parents had always treated her significantly better than they did to me. Somehow, it seemed that everyone just started to dislike me. With Marcy's new quest to be the most popular girl in our pack and the neighbouring packs, hanging out with me didn't do her any good.She joined them.You know what they say. If you can't beat them, join them.And that one time Marc

Chapter Four.Mercy. He didn’t come to send me out of his room anymore, and my wounds were healing. I frowned as I looked at the gashes, knowing that if this had happened to Marcy, then she would have probably healed by now, and that was one of the things that made us so different from each other. I was just waking up, and the sun was bright out in the sky, bathing the room in a new light. I could see just how pretty it was, unlike with the candles, and it made me much more comfortable to note that the ghost that I saw last night was nothing but an art piece hung up in a strange way. I looked around, my thoughts running every which way. Just where did I think I was going to exactly? I was running away from home, yes, but nothing had been planned out. Just then, the door opened, revealing the master. “Finally, you are awake. Marion had come in to check on you so many times, but you were flat out cold. Very bad for a werewolf.” The master said, and I nodded. “I’m sorry, I gue

Chapter Six.Mercy. I couldn’t stand still as John prepared to leave. He had some things to sell, and I knew this was my chance. My chance to finally leave this place. I watched him from the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest. “Mercy, I’m going out to sell some things, alright? Very important.” John said, looking at me. “I’ll be back by nightfall. Marion is inside if you need anything.” I nodded, trying to keep my face calm. “Alright, John. Be safe.” He nodded and walked off, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. As soon as he was out of sight, I sprang into action. I had to move quickly. Hurrying to my room, I got the paper where I wrote my goodbye note on and picked up my previously packed bag. I placed the note on the kitchen table where they would see it and took a deep breath. This was it. I was really doing this. But then it struck me as I was about to leave. I didn’t take anything to eat. I packed a few essentials into my small bag. I took some fruits,

Chapter Nine.Mercy’s POV. The day of the full moon was bright and clear, with a strong energy in the air. John had been more intense than usual, reminding me constantly to be prepared because we had a lot to get done. I didn’t fully understand why he was so on edge, but I knew better than to question him as he was being like this. We spent the day working hard, cleaning the small barn, and John was chopping wood and tending to the animals. John was more focused and serious than I’d ever seen him, and there was a grim look on his face. Even Marion seemed unusually quiet, her eyes darting to the sky every now and then as if she was waiting for something. “What’s going on?” I asked her when I got the chance. “Master will let you know soon. Don’t worry.” She said. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in pretty colours of orange and pink, John finally let out a long breath. “Alright, that’s enough for today. Come on, Mercy. We need to talk.” I followed him to the edge o

Chapter Eleven.Mercy's POV. I woke up to a dull ache spreading throughout my body, a harsh reminder of last night’s situation. My muscles felt like they’d been stretched to their limits and then some. I groaned as I tried to sit up, the memories of the shift flooding back into my mind. The ropes, the pain, John’s unyielding commands, it all played on a loop in my head, and I was honestly tired. I was lost in thought when the door creaked open. John stepped into the room, his expression as unreadable as always. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine before he spoke. “Get up, Mercy. We have somewhere to be.” He said, his voice cold and commanding. I blinked, trying to shake off the grogginess. “John, I’m still hurting from last night. Can’t it wait a while?” His eyes hardened, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “No. You need to learn that there’s no time to rest in this life. Get ready. We leave in fifteen minutes, and I won’t wait.” I sighed, knowing th