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I feel her assent more than anything, realising I can tell the difference between her emotions and my own, even as they mix together, overwhelming my senses. “When we come back from this bubble, Cassia, it will not just be our emotions you feel.” I start and look at her, remembering the brief moment before unconsciousness - not only the emotions of my mates but all of the voices that were not theirs… and not mine… Bile rises into my throat. “More… True Luna abilities?” “Mixed with Lycan abilities… plus your own…” We sit for a while without speaking… each just feeling each other, sometimes sharing memories, often just… existing…

I screamed out as I clawed the ground I could hear someone running through the house and a delicious scent hit my nose, "SHIFT." the commanding deep voice said and my bones all snapped at the same time and I howled loudly as I panted from the pain. My eyes adjusted to the surrounding area but I found no one in my house. "He is watching us." Said the voice again. "Btw I am Ace and My sister is Gray..we are your.." she goes to say when the alphas voice flows through my mind "You are A Lycan!" he booms

I tightened my hold on their hands and let the thought drift into the silence of the forest. Back home at night, I was absentmindedly scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself with anything, memes, and short videos. Then the urge to check the internet news struck me, as it often did in my quieter moments, just the usual, until it wasn’t. ‘The Lycan King Has Picked a Luna.’ The headline stared back at me like a slap in the face. My heart stilled. There’s only one Lycan King, only one man who bore that title in the world. Azrik.

“History says that it’s the moon goddess way of protecting them as they would have a difficult time with being mute. And so, regardless of how strong a person is, they are unable to use their powers on a person that has a mute Lycan.” My brows frowned gently, a mute Lycan? “But you should know by now if your Lycan is mute right?” There was something about Amy’s gaze that made me hold back. I had been about to defend Ira. To tell her that my Lycan wasn’t mute. But something inside of me told me that I would regret doing that. So I lie. “To be honest, I don’t know.” “I just got my Lycan and it hasn’t said a word to me.”

We skipped past the fake pleasantries and got straight down to business. Lorenzo brought along the audio disk as well as a laptop so that the Luna could experience first-hand the horrors and monumental audacity that the Blue Moon Pack possessed. To say it was difficult hearing that disturbing audio of my dad, was a complete understatement. But for the sake of the work, I held it together as best as I could. The Lycan Luna, however, was not handling things too well. She was stunned. Her eyes were filled with mortified fear while her whole body went stiff as stone.

The urgency within me demands immediate answers. Alpha stammers, his gaze avoiding mine as he attempts to respond. His feeble attempt only fuels my frustration, pushing me further to the edge. I can feel the pulsating energy coursing through my veins, my Lycan nature straining against my control. But I reign it in, channeling the raw power into my words. "My Lycan is yearning for her other half, but I cannot locate her. I can only catch a faint trace of her scent," I assert, my voice resonating with an undertone of frustration. The Luna, sensing the mounting anger within me, seeks refuge in the protective embrace of her husband, her body trembling. It is she who dares to respond, her voice l

This meant War. The Lycan king ruled over the Werewolves and Lycan species and every Werewolf and Lycan creature answered to him. Lycans were the strongest supernaturals to exist and Werewolves revered them. It was rare to see a Lycan and there were not up to a thousand of them in the universe, it was difficult for the species to reproduce and also difficult for them to be killed, Lycans were a hundred times stronger than werewolves, faster, their sense of smell was better and their wolf form was bigger than Werewolves. The gap between Lycans and Werewolves was already huge and the Lycan king was untouchable. I had heard stories about all the wars he had won and how it was because of him tha

"The girl who broke the record three centuries of history couldn't." "Her name is Lyra," Kaelan says, and there's an edge in his voice now, protective, sharpening beneath the diplomatic calm he's been maintaining since she rode through the gate. "I know her name." Selene's voice stays light, almost pleasant, which somehow makes it worse. "The whole southern court knows her name, Kaelan. It's rather difficult not to, when messengers arrive breathless every few days with fresh rumors about the girl stronger than the Lycan King himself."

No one dared to speak for the fear of angering the Lycan king more. “That wolf is but a weak and little wolf. She poses no threat to any of you here. I think you are only worried that, now she is here, your precious daughter won’t have a chance again. You are worried that I will make her my Luna.” He pauses for a bit before continuing. “Maybe I should really make her my Luna. After all, she is the only one I can touch and won’t rest too.” The Lycan king said, smirking at everyone.

“And whatever this new personality is, drop it before we get there. I don’t need the King thinking something is wrong with my Luna.” He walked out without waiting for a response and banged the door loudly behind him. I sat there for a moment looking at the empty space. Then I lay back down flat on the bed and stared up at the ceiling and thought about what Luca had just said, about how the woman whose body I was currently occupying had cried to her father every single day for a month. Had gone to him daily, begged him, worn him down until he took it all the way to the Lycan King just to make the marriage happen.