Marked By Scars, Claimed By The Lycan Novels & Stories

He just hummed in response. I looked around and could feel Sarah “snapping pictures” for lack of better term at the moment. There had to be at least 100 people up here. We were walking up to one of the warriors who had scars all over his body. For a wolf to have scars, they had to of been wounded horribly to the brink of death, that their wolf couldn’t heal them fast enough. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what this warrior had been through to be a lycan and have all those scars.

His teeth sank deeper into the spot where my neck met my shoulder, breaking skin and drawing blood. The pain shifted, changing into something else. Something warm and electric that spread through my entire body like fire. The bond between us flared to life. His tongue dragged across the wound possessively then he released me. I stumbled. My hand went to my neck. It came away bloody. Lycan turned back to the rogues. "Now she's marked. Still think she's fair game?" The rogues' eyes had gone wide. One of them stepped back. Then another. They were staring at Lycan like they'd just realized they'd made a terrible mistake.

Scarlet replied. NOTE: Lycans have a completely different meaning in my book. They are just huge wolves, the double of a normal wolf, with thick white fur and distinct violet eyes, blessed with enormous strength and extinct species, but our Astrid is the only one to exist in the present time. Maybe she got her genes from somewhere you'll know about. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Maybe this has been done to shield him away from daylight. Then my eyes move back to his face. The space between my eyebrows crease as I analyze the scar. It looks like something had clawed at him. An animal. A were animal. Rome. “Something tells me that it won’t just be Sin that comes after me.” His eyes runs over my body. “I can smell you from here. Your scent has changed. I can smell the Lycan on you.” He smiles at me. “What have you done?” I grow uncomfortable.

“Everyone, please calm down. These men are not here to attack. They are here to help.” Whispers spread through the crowd, their curiosity piqued. I watched as the seer approached the group of men, her eyes searching for one in particular. She then gestured toward me. “This is Mara. She’s the Lycan you’re looking for.” One of the men, taller than the others and with a commanding presence, stepped forward. His gaze was intense as he focused on me. The seer turned to me and spoke softly, “Mara, show him the birthmark on your shoulder.”

Marek asked. "We were just talking about you," Lucian tease him. Marek looks left and right desperately. "Who!" he said glancing around. "Him," Lucian said pointing at his side. "You know, am a lycan now, I fear nothing," Marek said. Lucian who was lying down on the mat shrugged his shoulder, he had a small grin on his face. "Okay," Lucian said still staring at where he had pointed to Marek the first time.

“I tried to create space between us. You were the one who rolled into me. So tell me. Did you still have nightmares?” I hadn’t. I think for the first time in a long long time, I actually slept really well. “Your silence tells me everything.” He turns away and as he turns, I catch the size of the scar. It ran all the way from his ribs to his thigh. I didn’t understand how. Lycan’s had faster healing abilities than wolves.

she said quietly. I hesitated, then turned my palm over. For the first time, I noticed something faintly glowing beneath my skin, a silvery mark shaped like a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s paw. My breath caught. The woman, my supposed mother, lifted her sleeve, revealing the exact same mark on her wrist. “This is the seal of the Lycan Luna,” she said softly. “It’s been passed down through generations of our bloodline. It appears only when two Lycans share a bond by birth.”

He shut the gesture down so violently his fingers pressed into his palms until the tremor steadied. "It's not that simple," he said, and there was a rawness under the words he couldn't quite sand smooth. "You don't understand the severity of the situation. O—once a Lycan marks someone, there's no unmarking, no undoing, not without blood... You're bonded for life."

Whatever waited beyond the southern borders, whatever new challenge eventually arrived to test everything we'd built together, I understood, standing there in the warm glow of a hard-won peace, that we'd face it exactly the way we'd faced everything since that very first night. Chosen. Together. However many times, however many crises, however many old grievances and ancient threats and scattered bloodlines still waited beyond the borders we understood. I hadn't broken, that first night in the Great Hall. I'd found, instead, exactly the life worth building — one choice, renewed daily, at a time. END OF BOOK ONE (The Lycan King's story continues in Book Two: Kingdom of the Southern Fires)