The Prince’s Bride

Beast of Aveynia

Lucien’s paws hit the ground harder, with similar steps following behind him, as he races to save his pack.  His growls the loudest to surface, while he takes the attention of the enemy that attack and slit his people.

The enemy. Amarok.

Seeing his brown gaze lock on him, Lucien and Adon both let out an angry growl that seems to shake the earth, reuniting with his one and true enemy that stripped them off their family and is about to again. Without wasting any more second, Lucien and the rest that follow behind him, lunge towards Amarok and his pack that salvage and overpower his pack, ready to fight for a familiar war which took place decades ago.

Lucien’s claws comes first, scratching them on Amarok’s face, and without no ounce of remorse or relent, Lucien bites and attacks Amarok, until Amarok can take the injury no more, as he his claws move to Lucien’s abdomen and slitting it, causing a low growl to escape Adon’s lips, still yet, it doesn’t relent the determination in Lucien. 

As the night grow older, so does the splatting of blood fill the earth, along with wincing werewolves and striking paws. Lucien’s gaze moves to his pack, seeing them loose the battle, as Amarok’s men seems to overpower his own, and with such sight is it enough to make Adon’s eyes go black in rage, fueling the anger of a one man army to save his pack.

Something he has done before.

As though, unleashing the beast which lives inside the man, Lucien becomes full animal, letting Adon take control of his every movements, as once such an action is done, Lucien never bears his name again, as the only one he now bears is,

Adon.

A loud growl escapes Adon’s lips, one enough to spike the attention of the two side, as even they stare in horror of the gaze Lucien now carry, proving his name to be true as, the beast of Aveynia. And with one last lunge at Amarok, Adon pins him to the ground, clawing his face out, as when he believes Amarok has been subdued, his gaze moves to the rest of his pack, racing to save his people.

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Dalia’s pace doesn’t for one decrease, as the worry in her heart keeps building, till a certain extent she feels not to take it anymore. Her door fleeing open, as her feet run along the palace grounds, searching for the mother of whom makes her race this fast.

Lucien.

As Dalia runs, she can’t help but feel the tears that run down her cheeks, as her worry turns into fear, while she finds her way to the Queen. Dalia gets to the Queen’s chambers, halting in her steps upon reaching her door, until her hands move to place a knock on it, only not to get a response, which prompts another knock from her.

The tears raining down her eyes like the spring fall, as her voice begins to hiccup with the immense fear she faces. Still not getting a response from the Queen, Dalia dares not hold what she feels any longer, as she opens the door to the Queens chambers.

Not seeing anyone by the first side of her chamber, Dalia proceeds inside, as the more she furthers her steps, the more her ears pick up the sound of conversations.

“What do you mean my can not find my son’s scent!” Dalia’s ears hears the Queens outburst, as her eyes go wide and her feet take further steps to reveal herself to the Queen and the three males that speak to her. The Queen’s gaze instantly seeing that of Dalia, as stun and horror fills her eyes, knowing clearly the situation now presented.

“What happened to Lucien?” Dalia’s questions the Queen as more tears can only descend her eyes. Lagartha, gazing her eyes on Dalia, stares at the poor young woman in front of her, having her eyes filled with tears, her cheeks flushed and her gaze red, as Lagartha can only reason one thing which Dalia does not know, which is, as long as she becomes a Royal of their family, more tears and fears will continue to creep her heart.

“My dear,” Lagartha walks closer to Dalia.

“What happened to Lucien? Why isn’t he back? He...informed me that he will be be back by the end of the day, yet, it is night and I can not find him, along with the reason of why my heart aches in pain so much.” Dalia speaks, uttering her words that she wouldn’t normally do without courtesy to Queen, yet, here she is being casual.

“That pain which you feel in your heart, that ache and these tears that descend your eyes,” Lagartha begins as her hands trail Dalia’s cheek, wiping away her tears. “You are only going to see more and more, unless you harden your heart Dalia.” Dalia taken back by the Queens words as she stares at the Queen in perplexity and utter fear of where her words are heading.  “You are going to be his Queen, his Luna, Dalia, and how do you need him confide in you when you let your emotions run raw at every instant your heart ache or let your tears show how vulnerable you are?” Lagartha questions Dalia, as instead of her words to slow Dalia’s tears, it intensifies them.

“I can only tell you what has happened to your mate, unless I know that you are fit to carry it in your heart and stay strong while you believe in him.” Lagartha adds. “Let not yourself be drugged by the emotions of your heart all the time, because I tell you my dear, you will face worse to come and the only way of getting through such and proving yourself worthy of being the leader whom will stay by his side, is to harden your heart, and have faith.” Lagartha’s words coming true and powerful, as Dalia let’s out another escape of wince, as the males whom stay by Lagartha’s side all dismiss with her permission.

“I can’t control this feeling...”Dalia begins.

“Yes you can. Let it out dear, let it all out, and once you do, wear your strength on your face, as it is only the will you know what happens to your mate.” Lagartha with this unknown nature of hers that Dalia has never seen before, making her put the pieces together, of how possible it is for Lagartha to maintain such a high and mighty place, with only the help of a son and not a husband.

Dalia thought wrong, as now she realizes it, thinking the Queen is one whom is exceptionally nice and soft, until such display showcases itself today, dragging Dalia to know just what she has to do, if infact, she too wants to be by Lucien’s side. After all, she did promise she is going to prove herself worthy.

Dalia’s tears begins to dry, as her paleness begins to fade, so as the huskiness of her voice replenishing, while she now stares back at the Queen in full control.

“What happened to Lucien?” Dalia’s question coming with force, yet, patience in them, as the Queen now nods her head in approval of her latest acquirement.

“He was ambushed, Dalia.”