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I was familiar with nightmares, I had a lot of them when Lea passed away but never had I seen anyone struggle to get away from one with such pain and was barely able to like she did. I had asked Lucas, a young man from the clan to gather every piece of information he could on her since Silas and I were busy. Today we were meeting with another Lycan pack on the west side to suggest an alliance. Silas and I were currently in front of the house of a young Lycan named Kallen, the son of the previous leader of that clan. He was in his late twenties and had a handsome face with a full set of fangs, but what I noticed the most was those red glowing eyes. He was one of the rare lycans who couldn't s

PRIORITY TWO: Jaxon Cross Classification: Werewolf (Alpha bloodline) Threat Level: High Abilities: Enhanced strength, accelerated healing, full transformation Recommendation: Silver bullets to the heart or head. Subject has shown protective behavior toward Priority One target. May be used as leverage. Bounty: $500,000 PRIORITY THREE: Lucien Nightshade Classification: Vampire (Ancient, 200+ years) Threat Level: Very High Abilities: Superhuman speed/strength, minor compulsion, accelerated healing

"What dangers?" Lucian exhaled slowly. “It grants the wielder the power to become a lycan, after taking the lives of five Alphas.” He paused, letting the words settle. "My father died trying to bring him down. Magnus claimed the dagger and somehow completed the ritual. I'm sure you must have known by now, that he's a lycan." Lucian's eyes hardened. "But unlike you, Damon, his form is… different. Stronger. Deadlier. Wounds inflicted by him take far longer to heal. And he can build an army by feeding others a single drop of his blood."

he voiced as he flew towards the battlefield. As he arrived, he paused at a distance and gaped at the scene before him. Beth had completely transformed into an ancient Lycan with black fur that blended with the night sky. Her eyes glowed red from rage, and on her forehead and at her back appeared a new insignia with a crescent moon dripping blood—a mark that dictates the power of the ancient race as true hunters of the night.

Just rested his hand on the cover, as it might bite. “What you know about the Hunters,” he said, “is a lie shaped to keep power contained.” I leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Try me.” “There were once four great lycan bloodlines,” Rufus said. “Ice. Fire. Air. Earth. Real forces bound into living flesh.” My pulse picked up. “The Hunters,” he continued, “were the Earthen Wolves. Grounded. Steady. They held the balance when the others burned too bright.” “And they lost it,” I said slowly.

“However, strong warriors from other packs or supernatural beings with powerful souls can resist such commands.” Then he added with clear pride. “But I’m an exception.” I stared at him in disbelief. My mind raced with questions. “What makes you an exception?” He smiled sheepishly and puffed his chest slightly. “Because I’m handsome and very strong.” I rolled my eyes. “Be serious.” He chuckled softly. “Well… the real reason is that I’m a Lycan.” His tone grew slightly more serious. “Lycans possess the most ancient wolf bloodline. Our powers go beyond what ordinary wolves are capable of.”

I exhaled and forced myself to keep moving. By the time the market appeared, my legs ached. Sweat clung lightly to my skin. I wove through the stalls, picking items one by one. I counted my money before each purchase, then counted again, over and over. Voices nearby caught my attention. “…the cursed Lycan King,” one girl whispered, eyes wide with fear. I slowed without meaning to. “They say he’s hunting again,” another added. “Looking for a breeder. Can you imagine? Being chosen for that?”

"I'm sorry, Chancellor. The serum cannot be stabilised without what I asked for." Dawson felt a cold line crawl down his spine. He suppressed a curse. "Do you realise what you're asking of me?" His voice dropped to a hiss. "Yes, Chancellor." Dr West's reply was clinical. "But I'm afraid that without live tissue and bone marrow samples from the first Lycans, our Hunters won't stand a chance against them." Dawson pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, mapping possibilities like a man running a marathon in his head. Abduct an Alpha, but not just any Alpha—Alpha Orion of the North.

That black figure is no way of weak and I'm suppose not to compare myself to it, yet here I am and feel so small to ever compare. Not only the admission is filled with info and with a warning to the possibility of trap in the mountains. However, this only prove how I so behind from this world of shifters. I barely even shift! “As long as you protect your heart...” Dad always reminds me that it's no wrong to have not yet shift, but the important is for my heart to withstand every misery and pain. I can only sigh and continue being cautious. Dad is a family, of course he would tell those words without blinking. He either serious or what, dad knows how to hide his deep emotions. He's hard to re

Always assume that the hunted is onto you, and be one step ahead. Rule three of hunting Lycan, practice & persistence. Very often the first attempt fails, and the hundredth attempt can fail just as easily as the first. These are not innocent animals you hunt. A rogue Lycan is a ruthless killer, often with IQ’s out of the stratosphere. You often won’t outsmart them, but a wise hunter can get his prey. Rule four of hunting Lycan, your eternal life will be short—expect the worst, and you won’t be surprised.