The Lycan

Lyall ran nonstop through the forest. Every day, he would train alone in the forest or in a room provided by his uncle. Several times, Zaiden tried to train with him, but Lyall always avoided him. After that night's incident, Lyall chose to avoid him and refused to talk to anyone. All he did was train alone and alone. Lyall stopped running to rest for a moment and catch his breath. Although he was new to the area, he's already starting to get to know its ins and outs. He always walked through every forest surrounding Fortres Hill. Other werewolves? Sure, he'd run into them. But some already knew who Lyall was. Lyall was prepared to run again, until he heard a scream. It was a woman's scream. It was only once, but it was clear and loud. Lyall looked around. There was no one there. Lyall strained his werewolf ears. It was quiet, but he heard movement not far from where he stood. He also smelled the woman. A normal human. Lyall followed the scent. Soon, he saw a girl who looked about hi

Lyall sat on a bench in the school cafeteria, staring out the window. He didn't know why he was there. In his mind, he just wanted to get out of school, but his feet were dragging him toward the cafeteria. More specifically, his hungry stomach. But after being handed a tray full of food, he didn't eat it. He just stared at it with a frown and his arms folded across his chest. Soon, several kids his age sat at the table, even sitting next to Lyall, each carrying a tray full of food. Two of them, Nathan and Miro, had invited him to school earlier. They were laughing and throwing food at each other. "Oho... Look. This prince looks upset." One of them, Trey, started to taunt. "Hey! Don't be like that to him. He's a prince! A royal..." Luciano said the word "A Royal" dramatically. "Forgive him, Your Highness. He's a little mentally disturbed," Luciano said, seemingly mocking him. “What? So (throws some chips at Luciano) you’re saying (throws some chips) I’m (throws some chips) crazy?”

Lyall stood silently in front of his open, empty locker. He sighed repeatedly. “That locker isn’t going to fill itself, you know?” Miro also looked at it. “It’s... a clean locker.” Lyall snorted, then closed his locker and looked at Miro. “What? I was right.” Lyall shook his head and left Miro. Miro walked quickly to catch up with him. “You’re not going to put your books in there? Don’t tell me you’re going to carry them around all day? Every day?” “Can’t you just be a bit chatty? You’re hurting my ears early in the morning. I’m already annoyed enough with having to go to school today.” “School isn’t bad,” Miro commented, causing Lyall to glare at him. Miro raised his hands in surrender. “Why are you here with me? Where are your friends?” “Always suspicious. They’re at this school, of course, somewhere. They’re not bad, Lyall. Aside from their mischief and curiosity, they’re quite nice,” Miro explained. “Hmm… Sure.” Lyall replied nonchalantly. “So how long have you been frie

Zaiden continued running on instinct. He tried to mindlink Lyall, but to no avail. Lyall deactivated his mindlink. But somehow, he knew exactly where to go. He seemed to be drawn to it. Meanwhile, Lyall had killed four Rogues. Four more remained, including the silver Rogue. He was so strong. Lyall's wounds were almost healed. He would return to normal. The silver Rogue began to growl softly. Lyall growled twice, but the Rogue didn't even flinch. The silver Rogue and Lyall charged at the same time. Lyall swung his claws, but the silver Rogue was so agile that he dodged them. They landed on the ground simultaneously. They attacked each other again, trying to tear each other apart. The silver Rogue bit Lyall's neck while Lyall dug his sharp claws into the silver Rogue's stomach, tearing through his skin. The silver Rogue groaned in pain. At that moment, the three remaining Rogues attacked Lyall. Lyall managed to knock one Rogue away, but another bit his back, and another fell under his

Scott stood still on a road. There was no one there. Just him and the forest on either side of the road. His clothes were shabby, his face messy, his black hair tangled. He was wearing an oversized blue t-shirt that was starting to fade and light brown sleep pants. He looked like he hadn't slept or changed his clothes in days. Scott had a book with him, a book he held tightly in his arms. The street was deserted. Only the occasional car passed by. With trembling hands, Scott opened the book to the page he had marked. He's nervous. He looked around. Then he took out a small knife he had kept inside the book. He placed the book on the floor and raised his left hand to his chest. Scott took a breath, gaining confidence. With a still-shaking hand, he cut his hand with the knife. Scott let out a small cry. Blood began to drip out. Scott dripped the blood onto the book. Scott took a breath, trying to calm himself. “I am the Lurvine, a family of supernatural guardians. I summon to fulfill