The Lycan

"You will obey me!" Drogo fumed as his voice echoed in the courtroom. It was the meeting of the council elders. Catrina was summoned to the meeting and her father Drogo had only one wish to make her a strong lycan. Shriveled with fear her pupils dilated, she responded with a lower but firm tone, "father, I will not!, I have never drank werewolf or human blood in my life,the smell disgusts me!" Murmuring fills the courtroom as silent whispers are exchanged. "Silence?!" Drogo exclaimed- the whole room went suddenly cold and you could almost hear the heartbeat of every member of council as silence grips the room. It was as if the angel of death passed and no one dared utter a word! "We are at the brink of extinction and we are at our strongest point now! We will not let the ‘weak werewolves’ who have conspired with humans contaminate our kind!" His voice softened again, walking towards where she stood right in front of the elders, his strong arms on her shoulders, " I need every man strong, I need you my little angel, it's not as bad as you think?" "No father", she walks away, shoving off his giant arms from her shoulder and backing him. "Why can't I be strong and fight without drinking Rugaru or human blood, we could hunt antelopes or gazelles or even the fierce mountain lions?" She turned and looked at her father with a more compelling demeanor. "No, we can't be weak! Our bloodline needs to conquer fear and the only way is to drink the blood of all our enemies , skol! '' raising his cup as the whole room responded in unison "skol' raising their cups to drink- it was the blood of humans and Rugarus mixed together to make a powerful intoxicating drink that builds their bones and makes them stronger while transforming. "War is rising from the badlands" he continued, "the other kind have conspired with humans to create a virus to wipe out our kind. We need to be ready, we need to prepare for war!" Loud chants "Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!" filled the room as the members of council banged their tables to express their support of the vicious lycan leader. "Before the next full moon, we will prepare every male and female to join our next hunt pack where we will hunt anything and everything that moves. This will send a message to the badlands that we are ready for war,we will not be deterred and nothing can stop us !!!!!" The whole room went agog, as growls, chants and loud roars filled the whole room. The thirst for blood has begun! Catrina stood still watching the uproar from the council members and all she could see were bloodthirsty Lycans drunk with their blood concoction and their lust for power. Drogo turned to her, as all the excitement in his face suddenly faded away and with a stern face he said, “Catrina my Angel, you will be killed in this if you're not strong enough!” Catrina could feel the desperation in his voice. “Father, you trained me to be strong, I have joined the pack to hunt severally, I have hunted different animals for our yearly sacrifices'', she looks straight at his face as if attempting to woe him to see her point, she continued, her voice more intense, “ I have even killed the other kind for you”, he suddenly interrupts, his voice fierce, “yes, no one doubts your loyalty but you need to feed! I can't have you killed on the battlefield!” he exclaimed. By this time, he was already seated on his iron throne, a guard stood by each side of his throne while another angled at a distance slightly away from the guard on the right. This other guard had a large feathery fan which he used to fan Drogo. His aura was a terrifying one, adorned in all his glory. His decision was final and no one dared defy him. He raised his right hand slightly as the guard on the left bent and positioned his ear close to his mouth. After muttering some words to the guard, the guard left to carry out his bidding. Meanwhile, Catrina stood still like a statue wondering what her father must have told the guard. Soon after, the guard returned with a scruffy looking man in his late thirties. He had long curly hair which covered the whole of his face, she could hardly see his eyes as his face was lowered. He had a giant ring on his neck connected to a long strap of chains, the round ring around his neck prevented him from transforming to a werewolf because it had the power of the gods to keep a werewolf permanently in human form. His hands and feet were fettered as well. As he stepped close to Drogo's throne, he was pushed to the ground, the chains shattering as they crashed on the patched court room floor. “What is my father's plan?”Catrina thought out loud, her eyes dilating as she kept stirring with a startled expression. Silence filled the whole room as the guard who brought the prisoner, handed to Drogo a sharp knife and a napkin. Drogo stood up and walked closely to the prisoner lying on the floor, knife in hand. “What is your name?” His voice echoed as he stared deeply at the prisoner, “Cassius”, he replied with an almost faint voice. “Cassius!Cassius!!Cassius!!!” He repeated as he walked peacefully round the prisoner. After the third revolution, he stopped and lifted Cassius' head up with the knife. There and then, his face became visible through the rough, curly, dark hair; eyes red and pale. “Do you accept yourself as a sacrifice to my daughter?” The question looked odd to Catrina. “How on earth would a full fleshed werewolf be subjected to this kind of inhumane treatment?’ she asked herself repeatedly as her heartbeat paced heavily. She could almost hear her heart beat in the silent room.Cassius replied faintly, “Yes Lord Drogo, I'll be honored to humbly lay down my life” , his head dropped almost immediately he uttered the words. The werewolf was a Rugaru captured during the last hunt. He was separated from his pack and was a beta in his pack before he was captured.