Golden Lycan

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Normalcy is what I need right now and a good plan, also I need my dad. He will know what to do, he is always the practical level headed one of the family. I have no doubt in my mind that he will clear this whole thing up and I will know exactly what to do next.

Heading back to the house, I am going over in my mind what I will say and how I can coherently explain exactly what happened today. As I pull in front of the house, the place I have spent my life in, I have to wonder what outsiders see when the pull up through the gates. The thing is it’s not your average house, it’s actually closer to what some may call a castle, okay it is a Castle. A King is known to live in a Castle and it just so happens that my father is the King. Walking side by side with Issa, I stop her from opening the doors, turning to face her I ask the first of many questions that plaguing my mind, “How do you think my mate will feel when he finds out that my father is the Lycan King of the North? One of the most feared men in the known world? Also, that I have three very large and very over protective brothers, one of which happens to be my twin? Or the fact that I am a decedent of the Moon Goddess and I have gifts and powers normal Wolves and Lycans do not possess? “Stop talking” Issa cover my mouth with her hand to cut off my tirade of questions, “Let’s go inside and find dad. That is step one. After that you can spew all of your question at him, okay”

Walking through the front doors, I feel a sense of calm, this is home. This is where all of my triumphs were celebrated and all of my hurts were tended to with loving hands and care. So, what if it was seven stories tall and was riddle with secret passageways and tunnels. The front hall is enormous with 2 stairways leading to the second floor. The Main kitchen is off to the right down a short corridor, it is connected to the main and largest dining hall in the building, able to hold over two hundred people. This particular kitchen is one of my favorite rooms in the house, I can remember nights when I was younger, when I couldn’t sleep because of a nightmare or after my brother let me watch a scary movie, my dad would carry my down to the kitchen and swing me up onto the counter top and tell me stories of my mother while we snacked on ice cream or cookies or whatever junk food we could find. Here is home, reassurance and love, happy memories and family.

Just to the left is the packs family/game room. You could find dozens of people hanging out and lounging in this area at all hours of the day and night. We use to hold pack game and movie night every week for anyone who wanted to join us. Straight ahead is a hallway with various doors, leading to conference rooms, offices, and the main library. The second and third floor were for pack members who were single and without family as well as visiting guest. The Fourth floor was for the gamma and his family as well as spare guest room. The Fifth floor was for the King’s mate and his family. The top two floors were for the Kings’ family only and the security detail that protected them at all times.

Walking to the elevator and pressing the 6th floor, we head to my father’s private offices. Dad raised us by himself after that horrible night 25 years ago. When my twin brother and I were 5 years old, our parents were out on a night run, just the two of them, when about halfway to their own special spot, they were attacked by a group of rouge Lycans. The story goes that mangy Lycans on the brink of starvation had somehow gotten on our property and attacked the King and Queen. My father tried to negotiate and end things peacefully, he was a diplomat at heart, the rouges were out for blood. Being a Lycan King means my father is stronger than most any creature, so six rouges should have been light work for him. My mother however was only half Lycan and heavy into her third trimester with my youngest brother. four of the rouges went straight for my father all at once and while he was distracted fighting them, the last two circled and attacked our mother. Being pregnant she could not shift and using her powers was not an option as they drained her energy which could bring on pre-term labor. She fought anyway, using minimal powers just to hold the rouges back. She was succeeding at first, then one of the rouges my father was fighting got in a good hit, slashing through his bicep and he let out a howl that alerted my mother that he may be in trouble. Distracted from the rouges she was facing because of her mate’s pain, one of the rouges got around her block and clawed her chest. The hit was deadly. Just as father was ripping the throat from the last of his attackers, he felt mothers’ pain through the mate bound and immediately went to finish off the two rouges she was barely holding off. The rouge that had clawed my mother was met with the power of her witch, with a flick of her hand, the rouges neck was broken. The last rouge saw this and tried to flee. He was meet by an enraged Lycan King. With a swift movement, my father reached in and ripped the very heart from the rouges body. Not waiting to even watch the body fall to the ground, my father raced to mother and once he saw the damage, he knew that her chances of survival were slim. She could not heal with her Lycan dormant due to her pregnancy and she could not use her powers to heal a she was currently focusing all of her power and energy to keep her unborn baby alive. My brother was born that night, 5 weeks early but healthy and strong, our mother never came home. Father carried his new born baby into the Castle, the front foyer was filled with every member of the Pack that could fit. Everyone in our had felt the Queens link sever. Quiet tears were shed as the King walked through the crowd to face his own mother and father. “She gave me another son.” With these words my grandmother took the baby from his arms, my grandfather wrapped an arm around his waist leading him to the private family quarters. Once inside their private sanctuary, father fell to his knees and screamed in agony. The loss of his Mate shredding his heart, the pain unbearable and gut wrenching. According to Grandmother she watched her son almost die of a broken heart right before her very eyes. For days after he stay locked in their private quarters. Not eating or coming out to event check on his newborn son or his other 3 young children.

Then finally, grandfather in a desperate bid to save his son, broke down the doors of the bedroom. When he entered, he found a broken man but this was still his son and the King of the Lycans. Grandfather informed his son that he could either get himself together or he would face the rath of the previous Lycan King. My father response was life was over for him anyway. Grandfather responding by saying “You have reason to live boy. What kind of King are you that you would abandon your people your Kingdom, your family?” My father only cried out “How am I supposed to live when my heart and soul are gone? She took it with her, how am I supposed to walk through this life without her by my side?”

Lowering his head crying in anguish, he really could see no reason to continue living. Seeing this my grandfather did the one thing he could think of, he grabbed his son and hugged him. Holding his King like a child, he spoke these words, “Yes, her body is gone but her heart and soul live on in those 4 little babies you and she created together. Do you think she would want this of you? Do you think for a minute she would find it acceptable that your children cry for you every day, you haven’t even named the baby she died birthing. She would be disgusted by you right now. Your queen and the daughter of my heart was strong, passionate and stubborn beyond reason and above all she was the fiercest mother and protector of her family. Do you

think she would put up with how you are treating her pups? She would kick your almighty ass if she saw you right now.” Grandfather was in pain as well losing the only daughter he had been blessed with but he fought through his pain to shake some sense into his son. “Now you get you dirty useless ass up off this floor, get your s**t together and honor the legacy of your Queen.” With those last words grandfather walked away from his son and King, knowing that if he stayed one more minute, he would break and fight his only son to take back the crown, something he knew would kill his son.

Several hours later, there was a knock at the room that was used as the nursery, a little boy of five years opened the door and looked up into the face of his father and King. Staring up at the man he thought would leave him just as his mother had, the boy ran to his father wrapping little arms around his father legs, crying and screaming begging his father not to leave him all alone. Seeing their big brother cry two more little ones a boy and a girl ran over and grabbed on to their father crying. Watching from the other side of the room my grandmother held her newest grandson, and watched the life return to her son’s eyes. As he looked down into the faces of his pups, he found his heart and soul, he saw his queens face in the faces of his children and he found his will to live. He was forever changed, no more would his people see the kind and benevolent King of old, they would see the fiercest, strongest, most

vengeful Lycan King that every creature would fear, no one would ever take from the King again.

The only people who would know or see the softer, gentler side of the King would be his children and even then, he raised them with rules and a little bit of fear. He was a good father, he guided his family with love, strength, compassion and an iron will. He was raising future a King and princes and a future Queen and he took that job seriously. If he had a weakness, it was his children but no one outside of his children would ever know that, he made sure of it. When he traveled, he never took his pups and from the outside looking in he seemed indifferent to the care of his children. Behind closed doors he was super dad, there for every major event, every tear, and every boo-boo he kissed and made all better. He became the father his late Queen would have been proud of in every way. This is how he honored her legacy and memory. He also held onto her secret.

Twenty-five years have passed and now all we have are the stories we hear of our mother and the pictures that father has all over the family floors and in the main hall is the picture we all admire the most. It is the picture mother and father took on their wedding day, the smiles and eyes shone with a love that could not be mistaken and I hoped to have that kind of love myself one day, I never thought that day would come so soon.

Walking off of the elevator and down the hallway to the second door on the left, Issa and I stand at the door to the Kings private offices. Just as I raise my hand to knock, I see my older brother and Future King Micah. He has a look that I also know well. Holy Crap, I am not ready for him to know I have found my mate.