Lycan Princess' Return

Livy finds Agatha

The Blue Lunar Pack was, a quiet pack, set on the borders of the forest, closer to humans than other packs. The Alpha preferred everyone to keep quiet about what and who they were, as business was conducted in the city.

Agatha was a human who was the mate of a strong warrior. One of the best. She lived on the outskirts of the pack borders, away from the pack activities. Her husband had thought it would be safer for her in case something happened in town. As she walked around their home, a tear dripped from her eye. How she missed him. He was given the highest honors and died honorably to protect the Alpha, but her thoughts were selfish and she wished he would have come home instead. They had always been safe here and he could have protected her. The Alpha would have understood... wouldn't he? No surely she shouldn't think this way. She sighed and shook her head.

A soft knock came on the door, breaking Agatha away from her thoughts. She almost didn't answer it. She wasn't in the mood for company right now. At some point she'd have to stop mourning and assume her duties in the pack, it had been six months, though the pack understood. Losing a mate could drive a wolf insane, death being the easy way out. Agatha turned and headed to answer the door. Whoever it was wasn't impatient as they did not knock again. Agatha opened the door hoping it wasn't someone bringing more food, she barely ate, enough to keep her alive, to keep him alive in her.

"Gracious me child you'll catch a cold!" Agatha proclaimed in surprise. A small child stood alone holding a letter. Her dress looked like it had once been beautiful but was now tattered and torn, blood stains tainted what was once a beautiful blue. The ruffles, barely attached by the hems on her shoulders. Her white blonde hair was brown with dried mud and leaves. She had no shoes on and yet stood flat-footed and defeated in the snow outside Agatha's door. Agatha rushed her in, looking around for someone who had left the child, or was waiting. She could sense a presence but saw no one.

"Where on earth did you come from? Are you ok? Are you hungry?" Agatha took a breath. Though the child never answered Agatha responded anyway. "You're right, you're right, where are my manners? Let me make us some tea!"

The first tea in a long line of teas to come. Agatha always felt better with a hot tea in front of her, even if just to watch the steam rise. What on earth was the good lord thinking? Sending a child out this way. Luckily she had found Agatha's cottage, a warm friendly place with a fire already burning. Agatha grabbed a chair and a blanket and motioned for the child to sit down. Once the girl had, Agatha wrapped the blanket around her. The poor girl immediately began to cry as if the comforting touch was too much to bare.

"Oh dear girl, I'm here. Whatever happened you just tell me. Agatha will take care of you." The girl looked up but didn't speak. She handed Agatha the note she was holding and then stared into the fire, silent tears still rolling down her face, the girl wiped her nose as she sniffled. Agatha looked at the letter, sealed in red wax. A gasp escaped her lips as she saw the seal. The Lycan King was in a distant land and had not been heard from for almost 10 years. The last war that had broken out was ended quickly once the Lycan King had chosen a side. Rumors were he and his family had died fighting for the freedom of wolves being mistreated. Though others said he was alive and in his fortress, caring for his family, he had done his duty. To see his seal on this letter led Agatha to believe he was, in fact, alive. But how was this child connected to the King? The letter was short and to the point.

Agatha, we know who you are and the secret you have kept from your pack. We do not wish to trouble you, take care of our daughter. Protect her. And we will protect you.

Agatha's heart nearly stopped. Not only did they know her name, the knew who she was. How could they though? She was the only survivor from the fire that burned her home. A child who'd snuck out to watch fireflies and had returned to devastation. Screams as her family and friends burned in their homes. Blockages too big for her to move and free anyone.

Agatha shivered at the memory. She supposed if anyone knew of her, why wouldnt it be the Lycan King. He had an oracle who knew all paths, or so the stories go. She looked at the girl, now half asleep in front of the fire. Could this be the Lycan King's daughter? Protect her from what? Was she why they had gone into hiding, she seemed small for a 9 year old, but it was possible. The King had made many enemies when he chose a side. Treaties were broken, politics no longer matter. The Lycan King had chosen well though, disbanding the criminal organizations that tormented other packs and broke the laws of pack leadership.

No time for questions, she must get this poor child to a bed. Agatha picked her up and carried her to her room. She usually slept anywhere but where her and her husband had shared their nights. His scent preserved in the sheets. Mahogany and chocolate, and pure male, Agatha cried everytime she laid in the bed and she promised herself she would be strong in his memory. The girl snuggled into the bear skin blanket, hugging it close. Agatha watched as she fell asleep, then quietly went out to get some supplies, locking her cottage door behind her. No one would get to the girl, even if they had a key. Agatha would make sure of that.

Rushing to town she tried hard to hurry, telling everyone she was fine, and yes it was a beautiful day, and yes she had plenty of food, thank you. She found a small modest dress that looked about the size of the girl. If it was too large Agatha was a wonderful seamstress. That was one of her duties in the pack that she had not gotten back too. As she was trying to hurry from the market, she bumped into what felt like a stone wall.

"Agatha, how pleasant to see you again." Alpha Roman stood tall and proud, fire in his eyes no one could extinguish. He was fierce even without his wolf.

"Alpha, same to you. I do apologize, I am going to be opening my shop again next week. I am sorry its taken so long. I should have months ago." Agatha could smack herself. It wasn't like her to grovel but she needed to get back to the child.

"I see having a visitor has brought your spirits up a bit. I am glad. We all still mourn him. I do hope your vistor stays and keeps you company. Our pack loves you and understands. Do not be sorry."

"Visitor?" Agatha stumbled on the word.

"You smell like a wolf again, someone has come by, or am I wrong?" He stared at her as if daring her to lie.

"Oh, yes, yes, of course. I am watching over a child for a while as a favor to an old friend of mine. I did not realize she was a wolf, that explains a lot." Agatha lied, knowing as a human, Alpha Roman was likely to believe her tale.

"I can see you are in a hurry to return to her. We do hope to see you around more Agatha." Agatha let out a sigh of relief as he walked on to speak with someone else. She hugged her bags closely as if she had a treasure and ran back to the cottage.

Carefully unlocking the door, she went in and checked on the girl. Good, thought Agatha, still sleeping. Agatha laid out the dress on the vanity chair and snuck back downstairs. Over some tea Agatha wondered, what ever was she going to do? She'd never raised a child before.