My Luna is a Lycan!

CHAPTER 01

LARISSA.

Seven years had passed since the gruesome death of my uncle, and it still felt like yesterday. I could still hear his cries of agony as he tried wading off the werewolves that came to attack him. The memory felt fresh in my mind and it was one that I would never forget. Never.

I trained morning and night ever since the incident, having only one goal in mind; The extinction of the whole Royal family of Alpha Alexander. They were all going to pay for what they did to my family. It was a vow I made in my uncle's blood.

I sliced through the air with my arrow, shooting at a dummy I had made from haystack. I never missed a target, after all, I learnt from the best — my deceased uncle.

Situated deep in the forest, I managed to build a hut, using materials I could easily get around. The hut wasn't appealing, almost dilapidated, but it was what protected me from the harshness of the weather.

When it rained, it served as my umbrella. When the sun shone brightly, it served as my shade. It also protected me from boars and other wild predators in the forest. Since I found shelter in the forest ever since my uncle died, it became my home. The forest was dense, filled with creeping snakes and other wild animals, but it was nothing I couldn't cope with. The forest was also secluded from the main town, the number of people who came into the forest per year could be counted with my fingers, and it was all because of a legend about the forest.

Legend has it that vengeful spirits of the dead lurked around the forest, waiting to possess the body of a living werewolves. However, it wasn't true. I was also scared to my wits the first time my uncle brought me into the forest. I was only five, but I knew about the legend, everyone in Lothal knew about it.

After I was done training, I went back inside to get ready. Today was the day I planned on putting my long thought of revenge in motion. I trained rigorously all my life for this day, putting in much effort to make sure my plan went smoothly. Nothing, and no one, was going to stop me from doing what I had to do to exact revenge.

I scanned through the sheet I placed on the table. Today was the epéteios of the moon goddess. It was the day everyone in Lothal was invited to the palace, it was known in Lothal to be the open day of the Alpha king palace. It was the only day where commoners and important visitors could enter the palace, it was my opportunity. A once in a year opportunity.

I raised up my bed and picked out a bag of money from it. Those money were my savings I got from selling the skin of wild animals, ranging from wild boars, to anacondas, a cheetah, and I was once fortunate to catch a tiger. I made a fortune from selling the hide and I also got a scar on my back as a monument. I picked out some nickels of coins from the bag before returning it, then I proceeded to have my bath.

When I was done bathing, I dressed up, wearing a black trousers and a top. I needed to look clean and simple. I didn't want to avert suspicion at the palace by looking like a riffraff. I picked up my satchel bag, and the bow my uncle handcrafted, before wearing a cloak over my clothes. Then I made my way out of the hut, and out of the dense forest. I went to the bustling streets of Lothal.

The streets were filled with decorations in honor of the moon goddess, a good number of people were dancing, some were singing and miming. It was a bustling town, but I gave no f***s about their celebration. After all, the moon goddess couldn't save my family.

I made my way to Calakmul, downtown of Lothal, it was known as the lion's den — the only black market in town. It was the place I got knives and arrows I used for hunting down animals. Nevertheless, this time, I wasn't going hunting for wild animals. I was going hunting for werewolves.

Since I began patronizing vendors at Calakmul, I never patronized the same vendor twice. I did so because I wanted to avoid any form of familiarity. Today, I did the same. I went to the store of another vendor.

I stood in front of the shop, covering my head properly with the hood of my cloak. I rang the bell on the wall and I was approached by an older man who looked burly. "I need some arrows and some daggers." I said to him, without hesitating.

"Girl, what do you need?" He asked, and I almost died from the stench that accompanied his words. It was pungent, terrible, nothing like I'd ever smelt before. Even the carcass of animals didn't smell that bad.

I couldn't bear another minute with the smell exuding from him, so I quickly repeated to him what I needed and gave him some bags of money. He tried conversing with me, but I wasn't down for it. I needed to meet up with the carts headed for the palace. Once I collected what I bought, I left hurriedly, putting everything in my satchel bag before leaving for Lothal.

I got to Lothal, just in time to meet the last cart leaving for the palace. I settled down in the cart, along with some other werewolves. I knew I was the only Lycan in the cart, because most of the surviving Lycans didn't want anything to do with the kingdom of Lothal. They migrated to another kingdom, one far away from the kingdom of Lothal.

The journey to the palace was an hour long, and once we arrived I got down from the cart and immediately blended in with the crowd. The palace was an enormous, ornate, heavily guarded building, with a huge wolf statue, towering over fifty feets at the center. It was humongous, beautiful, definitely captivating. I walked with my head bowed down through the midst of the noisy crowd, when suddenly everywhere turned silent. Not a single murmur was heard around the streets.

I looked up and watched underneath my hood, the palace guards dragging along some set of werewolves with them. The werewolves were obviously rogues, but the way they were being dragged on the floor was inhumane. They were being dragged like they were merely ragdolls. I sneered at them with disgust from where I stood.

Then a stench hit me, like a pheromone, I knew damn well what that smell was. It was the smell of my mate. I felt a sting in my hand. Someone had pinched me there, "Bow your head," the person whispered directly into my ear. It was deeply masculine, and I knew whoever that was, he was my mate. I looked up to see the person's face, but his head was bowed to the floor, then I looked around and saw I was the only one without my head bowed. "Don't let the palace guards catch you. Once the palace guards catch you with your head high up, they have the right to execute you by guillotine."

I wasn't scared of the palace guards. I was scared seven years ago when they came to kill my uncle, but times had changed, I was no longer the sixteen year old girl who had to hide in her closet. I was now independent, and I knew I could easily take the palace guards on. All my training was so that I wouldn't be a weakling in front of large predators like them.

"Thank you." I had no other choice but to bow my head. I had bigger goals, and if bowing my head was going to get me closer to my goal, I had no choice but to do it.

Soon, murmurs hung around the air and I raised my head up. The guards were all gone. I sighed and was about to walk away when I was held back. I didn't need anyone to tell me who held me back; it was obviously my mate. Unlike werewolves, Lycans didn't have a wolf to tell us who our mates were, we had an ultra sensitive nose that could easily pick up and distinguish smell only belonging to the one we're mated with. "You're not going to leave just like that, are you?"

I turned around to meet the face of the person who held me back. It was a man, a really handsome one at that, he looked about my age, if not younger. I looked at him very well, and he was tall, very tall, his jaw was well chiseled, his sandy brown hair was shoulder length and what made him stand out were his eyes — they were obsidian black. He had a strikingly handsome appearance. He was also dressed in a regalia; I knew he had to be someone Influential. "Let me go. Leave my hand alone."

I knew he was my mate. . .we both knew we were mated, but I didn't care. I didn't care about mates, all I cared about was exacting revenge.

He smiled and let my hand go like I requested. "You don't need to be so feisty at someone who technically saved your life right now. By the way, you have a beautiful bow right there."

I sighed, adjusting my cloak. "Thank you. I will take my leave now."

"But wait, you're my-"

"Reject me." I cut him off immediately.

"I-"

I didn't wait to listen to what he had to say before leaving. I wasn't in the palace to find my mate. In fact, I knew mates were nothing but a distraction for someone who had goals. Besides, at the stage that I was at, I really didn't need a man in my life.

I made my way through the crowd, until I found myself at the back of the palace. I hid myself once I saw three werewolves standing guard in the backyard. They were fully armed. I pulled out three arrows, holding it by the shaft. I arranged them vertically on my bow and dragged it by their nock before letting them go in one swipe. The arrows hit the guards by their temple, leaving them to fall down to the floor dead.

I smiled in triumph, moved towards their cold body. I touched it to confirm if they were dead, and they were. I was about to take a step when I heard shuffling from behind. I turned around slowly, and was met with the face of three other guards. I grimaced at my luck. The three guards were looking at the three bodies on the floor and me, as though they were trying to process what had happened. I dropped my bow on the floor and immediately picked out my dagger before trashing my satchel bag. I charged towards them like I had a death wish.

I caught them off guard as I swung my dagger in the air, tearing one of them by the arm. But they were three against one, more power and numbers over mine. They tried overpowering me, as they pinned me down to the grass. I couldn't be taken out so easily, not after all my training. The guards might have been three in number, but one thing I had over them was resilience. As they tried pinning me down, they argued amongst themselves on whether to end my life or take me to the Alpha. I wanted the latter. If they took me straight to their Alpha, I knew I could easily kill him within point range.

I dropped my dagger and stopped fighting my way out, succumbing, after all, they were going to take me to the person I wanted to see the most —Alpha Alexander. The man that was behind the extinction of my family.

"What's happening here?" A gruff voice asked.

One of the guards helped me stand on my feet while the others stood at ease, in respect for the man. I knew he was someone important in the palace, even his demeanor spoke a lot about grace and elegance. "She killed some of our men here and she also tried attacking us." One of the guards told him.

"Impressive," the man scowled, moving closer to me. "Such courage can't be found anymore in Lothal. She is going to be useful as one of the slaves."

The face of the man that spoke was probably the most stoic face I'd ever seen on a person. He wasn't handsome but he was okay, having been tall with broad shoulders and long dark hair.

"What's your name?" He asked. I looked away from him, not bothering to reply. He moved closer towards me, "I'm not going to ask again, what's your name?"

I looked at him and actually gave him a reply, "I don't think it's any of your business, prick."

The man whose name I wasn't interested in knowing hit me square in my chin. It hurt like a b***h, putting me in a state of discomfort, but I couldn't give them that satisfaction of showing it. Instead, I grinned widely. I knew it would provoke him, but it was way better than showing pain.

He was going to strike me again when another guard stopped him, saying, "Sir Carlos, stop it," So his name was Carlos; an ugly name for a despicable person. "You're going to hurt her. And you do know what the Alpha said to us about treating slaves right in public."

Carlos looked at me with disdain in his eyes, then he spat on my face before walking away. The guards dragged me away with them and I prayed desperately that I would be taken to the chambers of the Alpha. Carlos walked ahead of us, but he was within hearing range, so I decided to taunt him just for the fun of it. The guards tried shutting me up by hitting me, but I was persistent.

All the words I said didn't seem to affect him, and it was irritating me to my bones and so I said the one thing that always irritated werewolves, "Pup, did your mother drop you on your head?"

Immediately I said that, Carlos turned around, fuming madly but the two other guards were quick to hold him back. One thing I knew about werewolves was that they didn't like being called pups. They believed it was the same as referring to them as dog pups. I wanted to make him mad so I continued to speak freely without giving a damn about the consequences.

The guard holding me back restrained my arms with a silver chain, but I didn't care. Things like silver chains only worked on werewolves, and I wasn't one, I was a Lycan. Silver didn't affect me. I continued talking till Carlos broke free and hit me once again. "You witch. One more word and I'd have you placed in a pillory."

"I dare you."

This time, he didn't hold back as his palm hit me hard on my cheeks, almost deafening me. I smiled at the pain that hit me. It was excruciating, I could tell he put all his vigor into that slap. It made me feel pain that reminded me of my dead uncle.

My mind traveled back in time, wondering if that was how much pain my uncle felt, if not a millions more of the pain, when they tore him apart.

As Carlos resumed walking, so did the guards, but the last thing I vaguely remembered was losing consciousness.