Chapter 23
Lycan Hades
The raw scent of blood for some sick reason always seemed to calm me.
The pure, fresh and metallic scent reminded me of what I came from—and why I would never again bow to anyone beneath me.
I stood at the highest balcony of the Moonlight Pack, staring down at the sparring fields below.
My warriors, hundreds of them, were down there training vigorously.
The moon hung high above them.
I was born of the old blood.
The kind even the Elders whispered about in fear.
I wasn’t just a Lycan. I was the Lycan.
I was the firstborn son of King Aedric the Reaper, Alpha of the Forgotten Clans.
Call him what you want, but he was brave as he dared challenge the Old Order and lost his head for it.
I barely knew him.
But not long after his death, the world seemed to
