Message from The Lycan

ALKAROD

"What did the Lycan say?"

Alpha Rasmus whipped his head in the direction of his distressed wife. Her eyes were wet and puffy from uncontrolled tears and her voice hoarse from sobs.

"What do you expect a Lycan to say?" He snapped.

The Alpha's temper was short. They had no cure yet and his son's condition was getting worse as the days went by. They spent most of their time in the infirmary set aside for the Alpha and his family.

His wife sniffed again as she placed a hand on her son's frail arm, hoping he would suddenly jerk back to consciousness. It was long since he said a word. His small eyes were most times closed except times he would blink occasionally when given medication. His skin was pale and his formerly round, smooth face was sunken and riddled with sores. The cabinet beside him was filled with various medication bottles either to give him strength or to dry up the sores on his body.

The Alpha continued pacing. His stomach churned as he was irritated by the medicati