The Lycan's Little Witch

Chapter 7

Zyair

I was sitting in the study of my penthouse apartment on a conference call with my mother, father, and brothers. They were all giving me updates on the situation from other packs and species about the grave robbers and the disease that plagues the ones attacked by the reanimated bones.

Once the meeting ended, I got up and headed to the couch. That is when I collapse into the cushions. Honestly, they can be such a handful.

I was the third prince of the Lycan kingdom. As Lycans, we reign over the werewolf rulers. It may not make sense, but it is how the moon goddess made it. It is said that when she made werewolves, there was a massive conflict between the first packs. Seeing this, she created the first Lycan, who became the governing ruler of the werewolves.

Werewolves soon became overseen by the royal alpha of their respective countries. The royal Lycans are in charge of all the royal packs and others. We overrule any and all verdicts made by the royal packs. It's a bit complicated, but it's how our world works.

As for me, I was the son of my mother's amore, my birth father. But when I was seven, he got really sick and passed away. After that, my mother married the king of Lycans because of her status. The king needed a queen after his amore died, so a selection was held, and my mother was the winner. Of course, I was taken with her as well.

I met the man who became my stepfather and my stepbrothers, Stephen and Alan. I wasn't considered illegitimate but a member of the royal family. The reason? My birth father was my mother's amore, and my mother had to participate in the stupid competition. The two of them were grieving over the loss of their amores. It's rare for Lycans to find their amore and to think that the world would be so cruel to take the two of them away like that.

But I can't really complain. My mother and the king became friends but only friends. They agreed that their hearts couldn't take loving someone anymore. My brothers and I were raised equally despite my royal blood loss. My childhood was filled with lectures, training, and sleepless nights. A mere child being thrust into the carnivorous life of royalty is like giving a rabbit to a lion.

It took a while for my brothers to get used to my mother and me. They thought she was there to replace their mother. But, after a while, they understood that no one takes their mother's place. Since then, we have been friends. I don't want to say we're best friends, but we're not enemies. I guess acquaintances would be a better word.

If you want to know where the Lycan palace is, it is in the Bermuda Triangle. That's right. The place where everything goes missing is the home of Lycan royalty. The whole 'nothing works in the Bermuda Triangle' thing is a forcefield that only allows supernatural beings to enter. That is why humans cannot enter.

Unfortunately, I'm not there. I'm in the United States, Chicago, to be precise. I volunteered to come here to investigate the recent actions of grave robbers. Numerous packs have been reporting that someone has been stealing the remains of their dead pack members. Since wolves burn their dead, the grave robbers tear up the packs to find some trace of the dead. Also, most of their injured had contracted a disease.

It is strange. The worst is that this is not just a werewolf problem. It has been happening in the vampire lands and the fairies, nymphs, and witches. After the heads of each race had a meeting, they concluded that it was the work of a necromancer. The disease was the piece that made it all fit together. Whenever a necromancer is around, they summon the dead, and with that, the dead carry a disease. When scratched or bitten, the disease rotates the injured from the inside out. It's not a pretty sight. Only the High Magus could cure them.

The last time a necromancer was around was over 2,000 years ago. So, this situation has caught everyone off guard, especially the witches and wizards. They had made a cure using the magical energy of the High Magus, but it caused the High Magus to be weak and unable to fight against it. When the battle finally came, the High Magus died along with the necromancer.

No one knows how necromancers come to be, but they all suspect they are born from witches and wizards since some can see the dead. When this news reached the Lycans, I volunteered to go and find out the cause and eliminate it. My stepfather sent a decree that all races should help those affected by this threat. Each of the rulers agreed, so now, here I am.

Lying on a couch with very few clues to go on. I've been keeping in touch with each race and visiting their lands to see what I could find. So far, the only thing is that the grave robbers are only after the remains of the dead. They ignore everything else and only attack those who stand in their way of getting what they want. I proposed that the High Magus send covens to each species to place protective shields around their burial grounds. Thankfully, they all agreed.

It's not a permanent solution, but it's a solution nonetheless.

My eyes begin to grow heavy. I rub them, knowing that I still have a lot to do. But the fact that I stayed up all night doesn't help the sleepiness. I haven't gotten much sleep because of all the work I've been doing. I guess a nap won't hurt.

I let my tiredness take over as I let the darkness consume me.