The Rejected Luna Claimed By The Lycan King

Terms of Revenge

Lucian didn't respond to my words.

“You shall die at my hand.”

I had thought I would find anger. Or a warning glance at least.

But instead, he just looked at me silently for a few seconds, as if to gauge whether I was serious or not.

Then he spoke.

“Fair enough.”

That was all.

No argument. No threat. No dismissal.

Just acceptance.

It was one thing he could not have said that was more unsettling.

My eyes lowered slowly, my breathing still irregular.

The room was too silent.

Too controlled.

I only threatened a Lycan king… and he treated it like a regular chat.

Lucian once more sat back in his chair.

“So,” he said quietly, “are we going to do this or not?”

I looked up at him.

What does this entail exactly?” I asked.

Lucian didn’t hesitate.

It is a temporary alliance,” he said. “Nothing more.”

I squinted my eyes a bit.

“Temporary?” I repeated.

“Yes,” he replied. “Until you've taken revenge.”

I didn't say anything for a second.

Again, it was the word revenge that got me.

Clara’s face.

Adrian’s silence.

The council’s judgment.

All that burned was in my mind.

What's your price?” I asked finally.

Lucian made a slight nod of his head, as if he were expecting that question.

He will give you protection, he said. “You live under my rule.”

I frowned.

“And in return?” I asked.

“You provide me with information,” he responded.

I slowly crossed my arms.

What information are you looking for? I asked.

Lucian studied me for a while.

“Shadowfang Pack,” he replied.

My chest constricted a little.

Of course.

I didn't betray my pack,” I replied right away.

Lucian didn’t react.

“You are not part of it already, that's why,” he said in a calm voice.

I was taken aback by that statement.

I stiffened slightly.

“But I was their Luna,” I replied.

Lucian turned his head slightly to the side.

“And now you are a condemned criminal in their eyes,” he replied.

Silence followed.

I didn't like that he was right.

Lucian continued.

“You don't have to betray your loyalty,” he said. I ask you to be honest with me about a place that has rejected you.

My hand clenched into a fist.

Truth was a weighty word at this moment.

All I had ever thought to be true had been shaken.

I will not give you anything that will hurt innocent people,” I said firmly.

Lucian nodded once.

“That is acceptable.”

I blinked slightly.

I think that was easier than I thought it was going to be.

But he did not seem to be done, I knew that.

He wasn’t.

“There's more there,” I said cautiously.

“Yes,” he replied.

His golden eyes narrowed a bit.

They will also have to demonstrate your understanding.

My brow furrowed.

“Prove?” I repeated.

Lucian got to her feet slowly.

“It's something that can be done by anyone and everyone,” he replied. “But not all people really know what they are saying they know.”

I didn't like the direction this was taking.

He started to stroll slowly across the room.

“There are defensive structures in Shadowfang Pack,” he said. “Correct?”

“Yes” I said carefully.

“Tunnels under the outer walls?” he asked.

I narrowed my eyes a bit.

“Yes.”

Lucian stopped walking.

“How many entrance walls would you have?” he asked.

I replied, “Three principal ones.”

He nodded.

“Patrol rotation times?”

I hesitated for a moment.

“…Every six hours,” I said.

Lucian was facing slightly away from me.

“And the blind spot close to the eastern border?”

I took a breath, and for a split second my breath froze.

This was not a thing that many wolves knew.

I looked at him carefully.

“There's a broken watchtower close to the ravine,” I said softly. The patrol does not use it due to rough terrain.

But Lucian didn't respond instantly.

He just watched me.

“Interesting,” he whispered.

I clenched my stomach muscles.

He was testing me.

More that asking questions.

Assessing my knowledge.

“How do you know about that?” I asked.

Lucian didn't respond to my question.

Instead, he continued.

He said the underground supply route. What is the connection between it and the rest of the work?

I hesitated.

My hands clenched at my sides a little.

“That's not open,” I replied.

Lucian raised an eyebrow.

So you do know,” he said.

I exhaled slowly.

I agreed with there being an old passage that leads from the storage caves to the edge of the forest. “But it's just half of it fell down.”

Lucian nodded again.

“Partially,” he repeated.

“So what if there was someone who could get rid of it?”

I didn't respond right away.

I knew what he was doing now.

This wasn’t some memory test.

He was assessing the potential for damage.

“What would you be able to do if you wanted to?” I asked quietly.

Lucian didn't say it was not happening.

“It depends,” he replied.

“On what?” I asked.

On the amount of what you're willing to recall.

I fell silent once more and once more the silence came.

I took my eyes off her for a second.

Now my chest was heavier.

All of my responses were NOT information.

It was power.

I had come to understand the power and how it could be turned against my own pack.

Even if I was no longer a member.

If they would have taken away my life.

I said in a hushed voice, “They were my people.”

Lucian's voice became a little more gentle.

“And they still are,” he replied. “Not mine, not yours, but His.”

It really hurt more than I thought it would.

I swallowed hard.

Why do you want to do this? I asked.

Lucian didn’t answer immediately.

Then He said, “You are the only one who can open the door from within.”

My stomach tightened.

I didn’t like that.

Not at all.

He was right again.

That's the worst thing.

Lucian got closer to me.

“Isabella,” he said quietly, “this is not a matter of loyalty, it's a matter of survival.”

I looked up at him.

His golden eyes were fixed.

“You want revenge,” he went on. Revenge must be exact, though,” he said.

I stayed silent.

Lucian nodded once.

“You now know what you are entering into.”

My throat felt dry.

This is bigger than Clara, I whispered.

“Yes,” Lucian replied.

“And bigger than Adrian,” I added.

“Yes.”

I exhaled slowly.

I finally got it that this is what it meant for the first time.

I wasn't giving people information.

I was entering into a war.

A war of which I did not have a full understanding.

Lucian moved back to his chair and sat down again.

“So,” he said, looking at me intently. “If you're ready to go on?”

I hesitated.

Then I nodded slightly.

“Yes,” I said.

Lucian's eyes narrowed a bit.

There was a slight change in his face.

Approval.

“Good,” he said.

A pause.

Then he added,

“Tonight is the first night.”