Lycannar
“Lycan? Lycan, are you okay?”
“I don’t think so. Why did he look so pale? Why did…”
I suddenly rose from where I sat, my sisters stepping backward in awe and caution.
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I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I couldn’t even fathom it. The reality that I couldn’t…
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“Come here.” Imanded, and he obeyed at once, standing before me. I locked eyes with him, waiting for something to sh, some spark of vision, but nothing came. Nothing at all and it terrified me.
My knees gave out, but I caught myself, stumbling back into the bedchamber I had risen from.
Clutching the wall for bnce, I dragged myself inside until I copsed on the bed, jaw clenched tight against the pain though it did no good.
“Lycannar!” The door burst open and my sisters rushed in.
Mearez flew to my side, and I tried to stay strong, to hold on. My effort paid off as I managed to climb properly onto the bed. Serena hurried to arrange the pillows, and I lowered my head onto them, breathing hard.
It… it was painful. I didn’t know why it had to hurt this much.
With my sisters close, I wondered what I would be without them. I wondered what I would do now that I could no longer see their deaths before they came. What if something happened? Something vast, and I could not foresee it?
“Lycannar?” Mearez’s voice cut sharply, trembling. I looked at her and saw her shaking. “Please, you are scaring us. What is happening?”
“He has broken all the rules the witch gave him when he was young,” Serena said darkly. “The ck Tower has been bulldozed, and he hasn’t slept in it for more than two days. And now the mirror…”
“My gods. How are we supposed to contact the witch for a remedy now? Father has destroyed the portal we would have used to reach the Demon Realm and find her.”
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Panic thickened in the air and I despised it. I swallowed my pain to speak.
“I will be fine. Perhaps I need some rest. After that, I will be better.”
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“Rest?” Mearez muttered. “This is beyond rest, Lycan. Do you even know who you are? What you are?”
“I will be fine. Please, stop crying.” I pulled her down into my arms when I saw the tears falling across her cheeks. “I will be fine. Maybe I just need to rest for a while.”
She pulled back and nodded faintly.
“You haven’t eaten anything in three days,” Serena said quietly, but her words only reminded me of the famine my uncle had mentioned.
“Is it true our supplies are draining?” I asked softly.
“The tower copsed on the farmhouse and the storage rooms. We don’t know what to do, Lycan. Even the herb house shattered since it was beneath your tower,” Mearez murmured.
“The supplies that remain… will theyst until the next full moon?” I asked, but Serena, who managed the markets, shook her head.
“The poor will starve, but the wealthy can sustain themselves until then.”
The truth of it made me look away, reality draining me more than the curse ever could.
“I will take my bath and go to sleep. I believe I will be better when I wake,” I said atst, and my sisters nodded.
Chantel, who had been watching silently from the doorway, did not speak.
“Let me prepare your bathwater,” Serena said, while Mearez lingered, her eyes locked on mine. She knew. It was as if she could feel it that something deeper was wrong, and more wasing.
“I will end my life if anything happens to you, Lycan,” she whispered, sorrow heavy in her voice, making my heart clench. “I will end my life. I swear it.”
“I will be fine, Mearez. We will be fine. I will attend to the reports and see what we can do with the supplies until the next full moon. When the portal opens, Father will grant us what we need to endure until we recover.”
“And the Ashmeres?” The question came from ahead. Serena, just stepping back from the bath chamber. “The werewolves shattered your tower, baby brother. Will you let them go
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unpunished? They killed our people. Your people. And as much as it sounds, can you believe the people are more worried about you?”
“Even the wounded are asking how you are without your tower,” Mearez exined gently. “They do not truly know what the tower means, but they know it is your anchor. They are more worried for their king than themselves.”
Hearing that, their words lightened my heart but joy had no chance to settle before the thought of Varyn Ashmere struck.
I swallowed hard and slowly left the bed, walking toward the bath chamber without a word. That is the mistake most people make. Once someone grows calm, they mistake it for surrender.
There are many limits not to be crossed, and I knew I was guilty. I killed his father on the battlefield, but he should not have turned his wrath upon my people, ughtering them.
I stepped into the bath chamber and closed the door behind me. Wearily, I stripped off my trousers, walking naked to the bath pool. Not as elegant as the one in the tower, but <i>it </i>would suffice.
Slowly I approached, staring into the water. For a moment it rippled, then stilled, reflecting back my face.
A man with a sharp jaw, long hair, and pale golden eyes with rings around his brows. Utterly handsome.
I pulled back, swallowing hard at the sight of him, memorizing that face in case I lost the <i>grace </i>of seeing my reflection again.
I stepped into the water, sighing as the warmth covered my skin. Then reality struck, and thoughts of Zephyrine surged. I wondered how she was, what she thought of me now.
Would she, too, believe my tower deserved to be destroyed?
That single thought wed through me. The possibility of her losing interest. A tremor tore down my spine, and I began to shift.
I fought for control, but without the tower’s spell of suppression, the change consumed me. A guttural roar ripped from my chest, echoing through the halls, drawing my sisters rushing in.
Their eyes caught mine, blurred, trembling shapes. But to my demon sight, they were prey. I was the predator, the apex, and blood demanded I strike.
My wsshed for Serena’s throat, grazing flesh, when Chantel burst in. He mmed me
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back into the water, the impact stealing my breath.
My back mmed against the pool’s floor, the shock reverberating through my bones.
And there I stayed. No fight. No thrashing. Just silence, the water pressing heavy over me. Stunned. Breath burning. The beast’s haze shattered, and slowly my senses returned.