His Lycan

With our hands intertwined, I walk beside Jasper onto the lavished decorated stage.

Smiling happily, we look at each other. This is our big day, the moment when Jasper gets his birthright and crowns me his Queen. After Ralph, who is still officially the executive ruler. We walk to the Elders, following all rituals punctually.

And when Jasper is to receive the crown identical to Ralph's from Elder Nicolas, a young woman enters the stage. She is dressed in bright white dress, in her hand she holds an jar. Cautiously she looks at Jasper and bows her head. "My King, I am Xanne, the witch who bound your ancestor's Lycan to protect him. And I am here to free it to evolve in you," she declares in a high-pitched voice. Everyone freezes and stares at her until Elder Antony sobers up. He takes a step toward her. "I recognize you. I saw you often in the first Alpha of Storm Forest's packhouse. You were the old Alpha's nanny first and then you suddenly disappeared," he remembers. Xanne nods. "Ye