The Lycan and His un expected Mate

The Sound of Destiny The moon hung heavy and full in the sky, shining its silver light over the dense thick forests of Valanhine. Deep in the heart of these woods, a lone lycan darted through the underbrush, breath ragged, eyes burning gold. Ashden, the last true-born Lycan of the Ashenfang Pack was running for his life. Behind him, the howls of the Bloodclaw warriors known for their bloodlust and greed echoed through the trees, the sound of their howls burning his ears, their scent thick with the stench of blood, the smell of iron and rage fills the moon lit air. He was running for his life, and he knew one thing His pack had fallen. His family is dead. His pack had been ambushed in the dead of night. He was the only lycan survivor. But Ashdon wasn’t just running for himself. Tucked in his arms, trembling but alive, was someone far more important. Ria. The Omega. He didn't know why, but he knew he had to save her. Ria was a small frame of a girl, even for an Omega. Tonight, she turned 18. Tonight was meant to be a night of celebrations, and this small girl finally her wolf.