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

“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

That night, I climbed to the top of the falls to clear my head. I want to bathe in the light of the moon as if I was receiving energy from it the same way humans get theirs from the sun. They say that creatures of the night like lycans are born as creations of the moon, which is why we are more powerful whenever the moon is full. Humans would hide during those nights and hope that the lycans would not appear. I take a deep breath for the last time as I gather my thoughts before I proceed with my plan. The Alpha expects me to give him my answer when the sun rises, which means that I no longer have any time to spare. I must deal with this right now. It stinks that I have to go against the alpha’s wishes, but it is not like I am not doing this for the sake of the pack. If things go as planned, maybe the alpha will forgive me. At least that’s what I hope will happen. I start to turn back, following the path that the alpha and I took earlier to head for the dungeon where they kept Hol

I don’t like this Ajax fellow. It’s not because he is strong, it’s because he acts like a petty child. Not only that, but he kept glancing at me, not the way that Max does, but the way that you would address a suspicious person. Which is kind of the main reason why I do not like him. This man could blow my cover. “Miss, what’s your name?” Holly asks, holding my hand as she eats the food that this hunter named Ajax brings. “Belle.” I tell her. “My name is Belle.” “Belle.” Holly repeats, eating her bread while she talks with me. “I like that name.” I smile and turn smugly to Ajax, who is walking a few steps behind us. He does not seem to be happy at all that I am close to the little girl. In fact, he is grouching. After our fight, he goes to Holly, like he is supposed to be taking her, but as soon as he tries to grab her, Holly runs towards me instead of him. Boy, I just can’t forget the look of sheer shock on his face and how he looked offended by the gesture. To him, I guess

I wake up later than I usually would back in the woods. I can’t help it. The sleeping quarters of humans are too comfortable, as much as I hate to admit it. The animal called “bed” must have died and been stuffed meticuously for it to be this soft to lie down on. It must be a rare creature that is only bred by humans because I don’t think that I have ever seen one of its kind before. Speaking of which, there’s something that bothers me here. Somehow, humans seem to have captured the sun’s offspring and placed it on the ceiling of this room. Apparently, they can control it by pressing something called a ‘switch’. The door of my room opens and a girl in frilly clothes enters. I remember her name from last night. I think it was Kylie. I sit up from where I am laying down and rub my eyes to keep myself awake. I still do not trust humans to be asleep when one of them is here.“Miss Belle, what happened here?” Kylie gasps when she sees the mess on the ground. “I freed the sun’s child.