My Lycan Miracle

A New Day

The next morning I awoke to the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. I got up and stretched, feeling a little better after a good night's sleep. I walked into the kitchen and saw Alpha Black preparing breakfast.

"Good morning," he said, smiling at me. "I hope you're hungry."

I was famished and dug into the food he prepared for me. We talked as we ate and I learned that his name was actually Doug. He told me about his life before becoming Alpha and how he had grown up in this city. His parents were long dead, but he still had fond memories of them.

After breakfast, Alpha Black took me on a tour of the house. It was actually quite large, with many rooms that were all empty. He told me that it used to be full of people, but they had all died during the last war. I couldn't imagine what it must have been like for him to grow up without any family.

He showed me the kitchen, and the living room, and the bedrooms. But the most interesting room was the library. It was full of books. Alpha Black said that he liked to read. I have never read a book before, so I asked him to teach me. He was happy to oblige.

He pulled one off the shelf, and we sat down on the floor together to read. I could see that he was very happy to have someone to share his favorite pastime with. He started reading the words out loud. They were strange, and hard to understand, so I asked him to slow down. He did.

We read together for a while, until I asked him to stop. I didn't like the book very much. It sounded crazy, with people flying around on broomsticks and shooting each other with magic. I asked Alpha Black what other books he had, and he showed me the whole library. There were hundreds of books, all different. I saw stories about pirates, and wizards, and princesses, and knights, and even funny animals.

"Do you like any of these?" Alpha Black asked me.

"I don't know," I told him. "I have never read any of them."

"Well," he said, "why don't you pick one and try it out?"

I looked over the books again. They all looked interesting, but none seemed like something I would like. Then I saw one that looked different from the others. It was a small book with a plain cover. The title was printed in black letters: My Life In The Jungle. It had a picture of a lion on the cover.

I picked it up and opened it to the first page. It was written by a man named Jim. He had been a zookeeper for many years. The book was his true account of his life with the lions.

I read the first page. It began with a description of a little lion cub named Roland. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. His eyes were big and they looked sad, like he was just born. Rolans was born in the wild, but his mother had been killed by a poacher. He was living in his small cage, all alone, and he was hungry all the time. The other animals, the tigers and the monkeys, were bigger than him, and they all tried to scare him, but he stood his ground. He was fearless when faced with a bigger animal.

I turned the page and read on, completely engrossed by this story. I lost track of time as I read about Roland's life in the zoo. I learned that after a few years, he grew up and became friends with another lion named Ninaya. They spent all their time together, and then one day, they fell in love.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around to see Alpha Black standing there. He looked at me with his bright green eyes and asked me if I wanted go for a walk, and I nodded my head.

"Good," he said, smiling. "Then go get some shoes on and we'll go for a walk."

I nodded my head again, and then he turned and walked into the kitchen. I waited for a minute until he was gone, and then I opened up the book again to read about Roland's adventures with his beloved Ninaya.

Alpha Black came back into the living room, and I quickly closed the book and put it under my leg. He smiled at me, and then we walked out of the house and onto the sidewalk. It was a nice day, but the air was still a little cold. I put my hands in my pockets and walked along the sidewalk next to Alpha Black.

We walked a little ways until we got to the park, and then we headed over to a bench where we sat down. Alpha Black looked out at the lake, and then he turned his head to look at me.

"So," he said. "What did you think of the book?"

I looked over at him and shrugged my shoulders. He smiled and leaned forward a little bit.

"Well, it's pretty good," I told him. "It's about this guy named Roland who lives in a zoo."

I could see the excitement in his eyes. He was really into the book. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"Yeah, I think it's interesting," I said. "He's been living in the zoo for so long, he doesn't know what a real human being is like. He's just a kid, but he doesn't know anything."

"What do you think it means?" he asked. "Do you think it means anything?"

"I don't know," I said.

"I think it means a lot," he said. "It's like he's been living in a cage his whole life, and he doesn't know anything else."

We walked in silence for a minute, both of us thinking about what it could mean. Then he asked me if I wanted to get some coffee and I said yes. As we left, we didn't say anything else about the boy in the cage.

Walking in silence, we made our way to the coffee shop. We both ordered iced coffee and found a seat outside. We sat there for a while, neither of us saying anything. I think we were both waiting for the other person to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I looked at him, confused.

"For what?" I asked.

"For everything," he said. "If I had come to your pack sooner, maybe I would have been able to prevent everything they did to you."

"It's not your fault, Alpha Black."

"Call me Doug." He smiled. "You're my mate, you should call me by my first name."

"Okay, Doug," I said.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking at me intently. "You seem upset."

"I'm not sure," I said. "I feel…different when I'm around you. I feel like a different person. It's like I have a whole new life now."

He smiled and took my hand in his. "That's because you do have a whole new life now."

"Yeah, but I don't know if I'm ready for it," I said. "I don't know if I can handle it."

"You can," he said. "You are strong. The fact that you made it this far is proof of that."

"Thanks to you," I said. "You saved my life."

"Yes," he said, "and you saved mine too. You gave me a reason to live. You are my reason to live. You are my mate."

I looked into his eyes and saw the pain and suffering that made him into the man he was now. I saw the violence, the cruelty and the torture that had been inflicted on him. I saw all the things that he had seen, all the things that he had endured, and all the things that he had been forced to do.

I saw the loneliness and the isolation, the sheer loneliness of a man who was born into this world and never knew what it was to be loved.

I felt a warm tear trickle down my cheek as I looked into his eyes and saw the promise of a new life. I felt his finger brush against my cheek, and I could feel the warmth of his skin against my face. I could feel the pain and the fear. I could feel the emptiness. I could feel the longing and the desperation. I could feel it all. I could see it all in his eyes. He had been there, and he had endured it all.

"Don't cry." He whispered, wiping my tear away with his thumb. "You're safe now. Nobody will ever hurt you again."