The Lycan's Warrior Mate

Chapter 2

The Lycan Kingdom was known as Crescent Kingdom, and it spanned most of Canada. It had stood for thousands of years and had seen the rise and fall of many a monarch in that time. The Lycans were the stronger of the Wolf shifter kind. They were generally taller, stronger, faster, and harder to kill. With golden eyes and the ability to not just shift into their wolf sides, they also had the ability to control how much of themselves shifted, making them even deadlier in battle. The Moon Goddess was their true Queen, a pariah amongst her own kind. The wolf shifters, both Lycan and Werewolf, had been made in her image but the God of her realm believed them to be an abomination. So, he created the Seraphic Hunters, descendants of the Seraphim. Angel like creatures that did their gods bidding. They were designed to hunt the Werewolves and Lycans and they were known as the Seraphim Hunters. No one had seen or heard of them in centuries as they had been defeated in the last great war.

PRINCE MYLO POV

I despised these meetings. It was part of my duty of being the heir to the Lycan throne, but I loathed them. I took my duty seriously, I was on time, I attended all things required of me but these meetings were boring and mundane. When I become King, I will make sure the topics of discussion cover things of actual importance, none of this pompous bullshit I am constantly sitting through.

My father, King Silas announced the meeting was over and I sighed in relief. “You don’t have to be so obvious you know.” My father muttered to me under his breath. I shrugged him off and strode out of the room as quick as possible.

In a haste to get back to my room, I bump into my brother as I turn the corner, “Why are you always lurking around in the strangest of places? What are you up to this time Dorian?” I huffed in frustration at him. Dorian began to chuckle like the asshole he was. “Calm down your majesty, I was just, you know, visiting Cassie, of course.” He gave me a wink as he kept walking, facing me but walking backwards for a moment, waiting to see my reaction. I merely raise an eyebrow and shake my head. Dorian was a player, sleeping with a different girl every week, partying and only occasionally showing up to royal meetings such as this mornings. I was a tad jealous at his freedom but not at his total disregard for his position within the monarch. I headed to my room to gather my bags as I had a flight to catch. Every year the Lycan royals headed to the states to meet and dine with the Werewolf leaders. Alpha’s and Luna’s were an important part of the monarch and we had to make sure our presence was always known.

This year it was my turn to tour the Wolf packs with my brother. I cringe, knowing exactly how this was going to pan out with him. I made sure everything was packed and instructed the staff to load it into the car I knew was waiting for me inside the main gate. I pick up my phone and dial Dorian’s number, half expecting him not to answer. “Brother, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he answers, amusement in his voice. “Are you packed and ready to go? I’m heading to the car now so I expect to see you there in two minutes tops.” My voice is thick with annoyance. “Already here brother Mylo.” He says fruitfully. I look through the window and notice him standing at the car. A look of triumph on his face. I mumble ‘smart ass’ under my breath as I hang up the phone. I prayed to the moon goddess to get me through this flight leaving my brother in one piece.

The tour was going to take months with us visiting each pack for a few days at a time. We started in the Northern and Central states before heading East and then South and then finishing in the West. My brother made it his mission to bed every beautiful unmated she-wolf he could find. I had to hand it to him, he knew how to turn anything into a good time. We had made it to California, and I was excited, we had just three packs to see before heading back up north. The first on the list was Silver Moon Pack, one that I had heard great things about. Their Alpha, Casper was a well-respected leader and took good care of his pack. I admired him and couldn’t wait to see him again. I hadn’t been on a tour of the states since I was 110 years old. That was fifteen years ago. We were scheduled to arrive on Monday, but I was eager to get the tour over and done with. I also thought it couldn’t hurt to spend a couple of extra days at Silver Moon as I really enjoyed Casper’s company. As the car pulls into the long-winded driveway leading deep into the pack lands, we hear a sudden explosion in the distance. Dorian and I look at each other with nothing but confusion on our faces. We instruct the driver to speed up so we can get to the pack as quickly as possible. As we get closer, the smell of smoke and fire fills our nostrils. We can see the smoke in the sky through the trees. “Do you think we are the targets?” Dorian asked me, flustered. “No one knew we were arriving early. not even the Alpha knew about it. I think it’s safe to say that the pack was the target and not us. Do you remember your training, Dorian?” I look at my brother, concerned with whether he’s capable of defending himself if he needs to. “Yes, as a matter of fact I do!” He responded, clearly annoyed by my question. I mutter back, not caring if he hears me. “Well I’ll be damned, a class you actually paid attention to.” Dorian glares at me but doesn’t respond.

We pull up outside what looks like a ballroom hall, a place where they gather and celebrate. Our driver gets out of the car first. Being a Lycan Warrior he is especially trained for any kind of dangerous situation. We can hear screams coming from inside. Moments later werewolves are everywhere. Trying to get to safety, their own warriors staying back to protect, defend and investigate. I was impressed by the dynamics I was witnessing and felt a sense of respect for this pack. Dorian and I get out of the car and follow our Warrior as he slowly approaches the entrance to the building. Inside everything was chaos. Most of the pack had managed to escape but there were some bodies that the pack warriors were dragging outside to safety.

I could hear someone addressing the warriors, instructing them on where to put the victims, she appeared to be the pack doctor or healer. I approached her with my brother and warrior in tow. Her eyes go wide as she recognises who we are. “Your majesty...” she begins to say as she bows. I place my hand on her and gesture to her that there is no need for such formalities at this moment. “Please call me Prince Mylo.” I calmly respond. Before I can ask her anything she blurts out in a sudden panic, “I don’t know what happened. We were all gathered here for the warrior trainee’s graduation ceremony. We have it every year and before we could begin there was an explosion. I think Alpha Casper is dead. Please, you must help us.” She pleaded, desperation in her voice as she spoke. “Don’t worry, we are here to help. Point me to where the explosion came from, and we will check it out.” I respond to her calmly, using my Lycan aura to help calm her down. She seemed to respond to it well and pointed us in the direction of the mayhem.

As we get closer to the fire caused from the explosion, I notice something feels off. My hairs are on end, and I can smell something sweet in the air. Something I’ve only ever smelt once before as a small child but never thought I’d ever experience. The realisation hit me as a sword came right at me through the smoke. I noticed the engravings on the sword as I look up into the face of something pure and rather divine looking. My eyes go wide in shock as I comprehend that I am face to face with a Seraphim hunter. I didn’t have time to analyse the information because I was under attack. I take a quick glance next to me and notice both my brother and warrior are fighting off hunters, through the smoke I see pack warriors fighting off two more. My instincts kick in and I begin to fight back, transforming into my half human, half Lycan (hybrid) state. My fangs and claws sharp enough to kill anything they encounter. Roman my wolf, was foaming at the mouth in my mind but I needed to remain in control right now. As I am holding the Hunter at bay, I notice that the other hunters were being taken down. This wasn’t going to be difficult; I duck the hunters advance and slice his throat with my claws on the way back up. Too fast for these rookie hunters. I take the opportunity to look over at my brother to make sure he’s holding his own. He finishes off a hunter and turns to look at me.

Everything happened so quickly, Dorian looks to me and smiles, his proud grin beaming at me. Before I can warn him, a Seraphim Hunter plummets their sword right through his shoulder. Suddenly there is a flash of bright light as the most beautiful creature I had ever seen rips off the hunter’s head.