The Lycaris Potential

She hung there, suspended above the water, silver-blue light pulsing through her like a second heartbeat, and Issac had never in his long life felt so utterly powerless watching something happen to someone he couldn't protect from it.

He had seen powerful Lycans transform. Not just Lycans even he has watched a mate bond ceremony between a luna and Lycan before but they never had such transformation, this was beyond anything he has ever seen.

"Alfred." His voice came out rough. "What do you have on this Lycaris stuff? Anything. Now."

Alfred was already moving. "The royal archive, my king, I will retrieve it. Give me a moment."

He was gone before Issac could argue, sprinting for the castle, and Issac stood there in the shallow pool, Elena's body seized glowing and Issac picked her up, in a blink he had her on her bed, Victoria covering her before she went to prepare a hot anything just before Elena gets up.

After she leaves, Alfred arrives with an old large book, the cover bore a symbol Issac recognized instantly — a crescent moon wrapped around a howling wolf, the old royal seal, one he'd only ever seen in his grandfather's private study.

"I have found it my king," Alfred said. "This will take explaining."

Markel arrived first, Julian close behind him.

Alfred cleared his throat. "A Lycaris is not any typical Lycan my king, even female Lycans can’t be able to reach state easily."

Issac's eyes didn't leave her, "what does that mean, how can a mere Luna become one?"

"According to record, a were wolf can in fact become a lycan through certain condition," Alfred said. "It’s extremely rare but there have been records, for a Luna, with the shared bond, they potentially can inherit Lycan traits and after her third awakening she can become a full She Lycan."

"Meaning, Elena has become a Lycan because of Issac’s bond?" Markel pressed, stepping closer.

"Yeah that is the short version," Alfred turned a page.

“What do you mean by short version doc?” Markel asks.

Alfred lets out a deep sigh, “This bring us to the difference of a She Lycan and a Lycaris, okay we all know that the pinnacle of a Lycan’s power is the Lycan King but we haven’t seen a female Lycan rival that power, but a Lycaris is the female version of the Lycan King, in other words, my queen has inherited not just traits of a Lycan, she has surpassed that level and become a being that has the same power as the Lycan King, that is what the Lycaris means,”

Issac's jaw tightened. "So are you implying am the course of this?"

"Yes Lord." Alfred hesitated, glancing up. "You are from a powerful Bloodline and not just that, you are the first Lycan King for over a century, through the bond a lot can happened, still there is one thing am honestly still doubting."

Silence, all eyes shifted to him

"What?" Issac said slowly.

Alfred let out a deep exhale. "the previous recorded Lycaris, after her mark bond, it took her years to achieve the stae Elena has just achieved, the changes happen in time but I can feel the power raditing from her, this can’t just be because of you my king, I believe there is something more in play."

Afred paused and this made Issac unsettled.

“Continue!”

“I believe there is more about Elena than we might think, do you know which bloodline she came from?”

Issac eyes shifted to Markle who shakes his head, “According to the orphanage, they just found her left on their door when she was a baby, they have no idea where she came from!”

Issac stared at Elena, still hovering, still glowing, and something cold settled in his chest. "Markel open a full investigation, Julian I need your help too?"

Julian nods, his eyes full of excitements, “A mystery, I like this, this will be fun,”

Before long, just as the room was beginning to grow heavy with silence, Elena's eyelids twitched. At first, it was barely noticeable, nothing more than a faint movement beneath her lashes, but Isaac caught it immediately. Her fingers curled weakly against the sheets, and a low, strained growl escaped her throat as though even the simple act of returning to consciousness required more strength than her body could gather. Her brows pulled together, her breathing becoming uneven, and then, after several painful attempts, her eyelids finally parted.

For a few seconds, Elena didn't move.

Her vision was blurred, the room nothing more than indistinct shapes surrounded by a strange silver-blue haze, and she couldn't understand why her entire body felt as though it had been torn apart and rebuilt while she slept. Then the pain came.

It began somewhere deep inside her chest, a sharp, searing ache that spread through her ribs, down her arms, and along every nerve in her body until her fingers trembled against the mattress. She sucked in a breath, her body instinctively curling inward as another wave of pain rolled through her.

Then suddenly, everything became clear. She could hear the faint movement of almost everything around her. Her breath caught. Slowly, Elena pushed herself upright, but the movement sent another ache through her body, forcing her to grip the mattress tightly.

Her muscles felt strangely unfamiliar, stronger than they had ever been, yet every movement carried a strange soreness as though she had been asleep for years rather than minutes. She raised one trembling hand toward her head, her breathing becoming faster as the sounds continued to grow. Her hands instinctively rose to cover her ears.

"Why," she murmured, her voice small and disoriented, "does everything feel so loud?"

"Elena?" Isaac's voice cracked. “Are you okay?”

She turned her head toward him, but even his voice seemed unnaturally sharp against her heightened senses. She winced and pressed her palms harder against her ears, her eyes squeezing shut as another flood of sounds rushed through her.

"Everything is just too loud." A scream tore through her. “Too loud,”

Isaac stared at her, he already knew what was happening to her,

"Elena, breathe," he said gently, taking one cautious step toward her. "Don't fight it."

Elena before her bond dissolve had the ability to hear everything but she had forgotten that sense but for a long time so  she couldn’t control the amount she could pick and worse this was unlike what she had experience first. Her breathing came out heavy.

“Elena, try and concentrate on my voice, just mine!!” Issac tells her.

Of course, she knows how it should be but her senses were way beyond what she could handle, she shut her yes, filtering the sounds, one by one slowly and after sometime she managed, and when she opened her eyes, her vision was even sharper as it landed on a mirror miles away and she saw the woman staring back at her. Her face but nothing like her.

“What the Hell is going on?”