Perhaps it is really in my nature to be a rulebreaker—or someone who seeks excitement. I don't think that this is a werewolf or even a lycan trait. I think that it is just me. Sneaking to the location where Indigo told me Ajax might be, my heart races with excitement. I have the obsidian pendant around my neck so if there’s a werewolf or other supernatural being nearby, they wouldn’t be able to smell me. Which means that the only thing I need to focus on is how I hide myself. Hiding my pristine white fur under the blanket of the night isn’t exactly easy, so I still have my work cut out for me. I did roll on dirt to cover a bit of my fur, but it was a while ago. I’m not sure what my hair situation is now. I am almost certain that the dried mud must have flaked off, showing hints of my fur. Tracking the hunters down was harder than I thought. I could not rely entirely on my nose because they must have done something to mask their scents. After all, they were facing creatures with
I went ahead to run back to the human territory, leaving Ajax to gather the hunters back at camp. My fatigue from earlier seems to have gone as my mind only focuses on how I could run faster. Whatever the Lycans were planning, I have a feeling that it couldn’t be any good. Upon reaching my destination, I felt relieved that the walls were intact. I had this crazy idea in my head that it would have been shattered or destroyed. After catching a whiff of the air around us, I realized that it was no time for me to be celebrating. Just south-east of where I am standing, I managed to catch a faint scent of something that isn’t human. My wolf and my thoughts have aligned at that moment. Without hesitation, I ran in that direction, leaping and catching an orc offguard and swiftly biting off it’s arm while carrying a club. Purple blood stained my fur while the orc’s cries rang throughout the night. By now, I am certain that the noise alerted its companion, but it has also created an advanta
I don’t know much about what transpired after I lost consciousness, but one thing was apparent to me when I woke up—Ajax revealed the existence of werewolves. I was unconscious when it happened, and I was glad that I was because it seems like a lot of work to get by. I already had my fair share of struggles when I came out as a werewolf. I would not want to watch and reminisce about the feeling because it wasn’t pleasant. The news had come to me as gossip from the nurses that would come and go from my room. I woke up in my room and in bed. I was still in my wolf form, which caused my white fur to stick to the bedsheets when I got up. I couldn’t care less about it at the moment because I was still enjoying the soft surface of the bed. Indeed. Nothing beats the comfort of a human bed. My body stretches out on the bed, rolling in glee in such a way that I have no control over it. It was such a blissful moment that even the pain running through my body was easy for me to ignore. I mis
After I freshened up, Marian and Celine took me to the cafeteria to eat. The area was vacant since it was already beyond lunch hour and most of the students are in their respective classes. I heard the human women could talk and they weren’t kidding. Celine and Marian basically told me the whole story in just a span of ten minutes, long enough for me to finish my meal. From what I gathered through our conversion, Ajax, along with the other werewolves were held in separate buildings for a while. That was, until Ajax met with Holly’s father to talk about an alliance. The fact that Ajax already has a good background as he is already one of the rising hunters that Markov Belemeire sponsors. The fact that he was revealed as a werewolf didn’t strike as much of an issue as it did with mine because of my previous performances as the first werewolf hunter—at least one that was first revealed. I guess that it is a good thing that I was revealed because at least there’s a better impression abo
The sight of a werewolf getting thrown out of a building never fully registered in my head. My head was screaming that there’s danger that I drag Marian and Celine behind me, baring my fangs at the door at whatever caused a werewolf to get thrown. However, the tension disappeared when I heard the werewolf laugh when he got up. “That was awesome! Do that move again!” The werewolf dusts his body uncaringly and jogs back into the building like nothing happened. Huh? I know that we have sturdy bodies, but why does that guy act like getting thrown is a normal occurrence? “They’re going at it again, huh?” Celine shakes her head exhasperatedly while Marian nods in agreement. They were both acting like it was a common occurrence. “Again? What do you mean?” “Every since the wolves got their own place, they seem to be a little…well, crazy.” Marian looks behind me, urging me to look back. The hunter quarters have always been clean and tidy so seeing how messed up the inside of this build
Lycans are a race of half human and half werewolf. When they shift, they become rabid and powerful beasts that could easily tear you limb from limb. They stand on their two legs like a human, but their overall appearance is that of a wolf. They are beautiful and magnificent creatures - well, unless you are the recipient of their attack. Their human forms are even more magnificent because it is their human side that prevails. “Belle,” Ingrid, my father, gently pats my shoulder to snap me out of my daydream. My father, unlike me, has auburn hair with a series of white streaks from old age. His right eye is blind, which makes others view him as a weak link in the Lycan pack. He isn’t, at least from before he lost one of his eyes. He was one of the strongest warriors in the Lycan pack, attacking the hunters head on to save the Alpha’s son a long time ago. “Are you nervous?” “Kind of.” I answer him. The leather dress that I’m wearing suddenly felt a little cold underneath the ceremonia
“That was a good match. It’s a little brutal for a girl, but hey, it is your debut as a beta. You just have to show the crowd who’s boss.” I have just finished arranging my clothes back on when I heard Max approaching. I fight the urge to roll my eyes when Max comes over to make a comment about my match with Alex. The ceremony for my debut as the pack’s beta finally ended with me emerging as the victor. I know that there will always be lycans who would be opposed to having me as their new beta, but they will just have to get used to it. Max knows this as well, which I guess is probably the reason why he’s here in the first place—to once again give me his offer of ‘assistance’. “Thanks, young lord Max.” I uttered my respect and lowered my gaze so as not to meet his. “What’s with the strict formality?” He sounds amused when he asks me this. “You used to call me Max.” “I am now the beta of this pack.” I tell him strictly, raising my head to see his expression. He wears a smirk on
“I beg your pardon, Alpha, but what do you mean by interrogating a prisoner? Do we have one?” I try to catch up with him as he heads out of his tent without even giving me a proper explanation of his plan. All I can do is follow him at the moment and hope that he will answer me. I caught glimpses of other lycans when they saw me following a few paces behind the alpha. Everyone is always busy in this pack, bringing along food, cooking, making garments, and cleaning. Training is done outside and at the far end of the territory where they can move freely. When we were nearing the pond, I paused, looking at the alpha in wonder. He notices me stopping and turns to my direction. “Come.” He beckons me to follow him. Soon, he starts to jump into the pond. I quickly run to follow him, plunging myself deep into the pond.I see my alpha underwater and follow him when he starts to swin under and behind the stone wall that hides our territory from the hunters. When we emerged once more, the ro