The Lycan King’s Tribute

Naming

All my life, I’ve been a runt, a virgin with no wings to fly. I’ve always wondered what it’s like, giving myself to someone.” - Enoma Pearl

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“Just do as I say, you are currently in a conversation with me, which is bound to arouse attention. This is the only way.”

The minute he completed those words, I began to hear whispers.

“Isn’t that a Sand?” some woman in red said.

“What is the King doing with her?” another woman in yellow said.

“These lower ranks and their quest for power.” the woman in red added.

“Impossible. Why will the Lycan King choose someone like her?” a familiar tone whispered.

Only for me to look to see it was Madeline, the girl from earlier who tried to get me to join her team. She tried to contend her way through the crowd, with a desperate expression.

“My King, pick me. I’ve been your biggest fan since I was a kid!” she exclaimed. I noticed she tried to come right to him.

But Samantha held her still. There was no sign of her Master. I

heard a King had the right to do that stuff. Did he choose her?

“So…?” The Lycan King asked staring at me for a reply.

Was he hiding something? Or he ignored her knowingly…?

The Greens rushed forward with cameras and notebooks.

“Over here, Sand!” one said, with a flash.

“How do you feel about catching the eye of the King?” another asked. And that moment, they commenced with flashes, about to climb the stairs when Commander Blue and his soldier team contained the Greens from coming near.

So this was it. This was why he thought I was desperate to get his attention. Many wanted to be here, lots of she-wolves who would probably do anything.

I stared at King Daxon feeling tense. If I kissed him now, the woman from earlier would seem right. They would accuse me of being after power with a fate possibly unknown.

But if I didn’t, I would be accused of trying to seduce the Lycan King. The handbook said there was a penalty for attempting to sneak in points. What did one choose at this point?

“Enoma, you have to be fast about it.” King Daxon said, with a warning gaze.

“You misunderstand, I don’t want to.“ I tried to explain, exhaling, as I pondered what to do.

I heard some tone from Crestwood. I looked towards where it came from only to see Marina. In her hands was a flute, and she was with the musical band that backed her up.

I wondered how she convinced them, to let her play with them. The thought made me smile.

“Say yes,“ they sang.

I felt a tug in my heart on the realization that Marina had written something on the musical notepad. It read, FOR CRESTWOOD PACK AND FAMILY.

I narrowed my eyes wondering if she brought this as a reminder as to why I was here? I thought, of these with my mind drifting far off.

Crestwood pack wasn’t the best, but I was born there at the end of the day. I had histories there, my first hunt, lots... of stuff.

The elders and their citizens treated me badly. But beneath, I saw the melancholy that haunted every citizen.

The unsettling fear that lingered as the Patches tried to take our lands. Birds hopelessly singing, animal’s sadness.

If doing this, will give me power to remove the bad leaders, the elders that chose me forcefully, then shouldn’t I go for this? Here was a golden opportunity, I’ll be damned not to accept.

With these thoughts, I nodded at King Daxon.

“I accept.” I was sure this time.

“Very well then,” he replied, staring at me with amusement in his eyes. My heart raced as he placed his hands on my chin with a bolt of electricity lingering on my skin.

Probably from the traces of nervousness.

I thought, as he crashed his warm lips into mine. I didn’t kiss him back, not because I couldn’t. I had my fair share of men growing up. But because his warmth made hope linger in my chest.

And, hope was dangerous.

“Enoma,” he purred as we entangled our tongues together. Suddenly, I felt a wave burst through and then I fell through a gigantic space of worlds.

“Daxon,“ some flash suddenly beamed through my head. The face of someone, me, but looked very much different.

It was quick, and the next thing I knew we were in a room. A violet room, with complemented in burnt gold.

The interiors were highly familiar, almost like I had been here before. How was this possible? I have never been here, so why did it feel like I had?

I moved back away from him with an astonished expression.

“Did you just teleport us here?”

“Yes, sweetheart,”

“Why? What else do I not know?” I muttered, wondering what Games he was playing.

“Why do you think I have the answer to that?” King Daxon stated making me wonder if I could trust him?

Realizing there was a high chance he felt the same way I did, I muttered, “I do not know. Something just tells me you do.”

I just saw an image of me, calling out his name. I currently tried not freak out.

“I didn’t expect a default this time. It rarely happens, unless I’m riled up,” he murmured.

“A default in what?” I asked.

“My magic, it has been acting up lately,” he replied.

“Ohh, thought it was part of the Games,” I whispered, but his wolf hearing definitely heard.

“Everything here is about the Games, but my magic is about me, maybe something got me riled up again,” he said, standing up. “Look around,”

I watched his dark garments hover as he paced the room, in a back and forth manner. I sighed, with a glimpse at the violet traces then back at him.

I stared at his dark lengthy hair, around a bit, and then at the floor, which was marble and had a rug with the giant poster bed on it. Purple was probably his favourite color.

“Look up, high around,” King Daxon added.

Once more, I cooperated with hopes of finding out more, only to be met with the walls.

They were dark limestone in color, with mists white in color. The mists led to something.

I furrowed my brows wondering. How did I miss it?

The pictures, on his room wall, are arranged in an orderly manner.

In each picture were people in different colors. The clothes were arranged in order. Purple, as the first. Next, Yellow. And then, Maroon. Next, Peach. And then, Green. Next, Blue. And then, Sand, the last.

“I know of the hierarchy, we were given handbooks and all. I have been briefed by someone, a friend. How does it have to do with this?” I uttered wondering.

“In KOTA, the Kingdom is divided into seven ranks, and the King, sustains the hierarchy. I chose you after looking through your profile,” King Daxon said. “So whatever you felt, the sparks were from the default in my magic,”

“The default caused it then, nothing else?” I asked.

“Nothing else,” he breathed out. “Just a few irregularities, in the summoning link,”

I noticed a slight disappointment in his words. My limited experience in men’s interactions was certainly the cause.

“Okay, but I can’t ward off the fact that some things are not normal,” I folded my arms saying.

“Why, sweetheart?” he uttered.

“I can’t ignore the fact that you looked through my profile and still wanted me. A wolfless low born, with tendency to not last in the Games,”

“A good theory, yes but you forgot one thing,”

“Which is?” I arched a brow, asking.

“You’re a hunter.” he completed.

I sighed, “I hunt to eat. No way that makes me different,”

“You’re wrong, hunters do well in the Games, they track down their preys skilfully,”

Once more there was it again, hope. I didn’t want to count on it.

“And then what?” I replied back.

“You win,” he smirked.