The Lycan Prince's Fallen Mate

Chapter 6- I don't belong

Calista

The world seemed brighter, I was hearing things I had never heard before, I could smell nature sharply, and I was aware of every little change that was taking place around me. It didn’t even feel like my own eyes, it was like I had received a new set of advanced eyes. I heard pack members tell me how their wolf could see the world more clearly but never being turned, never having my wolf, I never got to experience such a divine nature.

I walked around in the woods, alone. The breeze of air hit my face and flowed through my hair. I swiped a couple of strands falling on my face. My hair was silky, deep black not the usual rough and dark brown due to lack of care. Something is wrong, what kind of fluke is this?

Whatever this is, it’s better than my life. I let the fluke lead me and followed the path that my heart led on. I continued to walk through the woods, the serenity of nature enveloping me like a comforting embrace. The rustle of leaves beneath my feet, the gentle sway of trees in the breeze, it all felt so... pure.

For a moment, I allowed myself to forget about the troubles that plagued my life, to lose myself in this fantasy. As I wandered deeper into the forest, the sound of a babbling stream caught my attention, drawing me closer with its soothing melody. Following the sound, I soon found myself standing at the edge of a beautiful lake, its surface shimmering in sunlight.

The air was alive—the gentle murmur of the stream, the melodious chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves in the wind. It was as if the whole forest was singing to me, offering solace and serenity in the midst of chaos.

I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with the crisp, clean air, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. Here, at this moment, surrounded by the beauty of the natural world, I felt a glimmer of hope stirring within me. I allowed myself to let go of the weight of my worries, to simply be present in the moment and soak in the beauty that surrounded me. It’s not always I get to go out of the house except for school.

As I gazed at my reflection in the still waters of the lake, expecting to see my own tired eyes staring back at me, I was startled to see something entirely unexpected—a silver wolf.

My heart skipped a beat as I blinked, thinking that perhaps it was a trick of the light or a figment of my imagination. But when I looked again, the image remained unchanged—a beautiful, ethereal creature staring back at me with eyes that seemed curious like me.

I reached out tentatively, my fingers grazing the surface of the water, expecting the illusion to fade away. But to my surprise, the wolf's reflection remained, mirroring my movements with an almost eerie precision. A sense of wonder washed over me as I stared at the mystical creature before me, captivated by its beauty and grace.

As I watched the silver wolf, I wondered whom it belonged to. The wolf was small not by size but by age. It was a pup, usually, werewolves turn after the age of 12 and their wolf is bigger than this but this looked like a wolf of a kid. That’s not possible…

A sense of peace settled over me as if its presence was a reassurance that everything would be okay. I lingered by the edge of the lake for a while longer, and just then I noticed something different about the wolf’s eyes. I squinted my eyes and was about to lean over but suddenly froze aware of another presence behind me. The image of the pup vanished into the depths of the lake, leaving behind nothing but ripples on the surface.

Collecting all my courage, I turned around. My heart pounding with a mixture of fear and curiosity, I was met with a sight that sent a shiver down my spine—a black lycan, standing in full glory, its imposing figure creating a shadow against the backdrop of the forest.

For a moment, I was frozen in place, unable to tear my gaze away from the majestic creature before me. Its eyes gleamed with an intensity, holding me captive. Instinctively, I took a step back, my breath catching in my throat as I braced myself for what might come next. The Lycan's presence was scary, I don’t like it.

But as I looked into its eyes, something shifted within me—a sense of calm washed over me, replacing the fear that had gripped me moments before. Drawing upon every ounce of courage I possessed, I took another step forward, meeting the Lycan's gaze with determination. I whispered softly to the beast,

"Hello." As if in response, it dipped its head in acknowledgment. As I whispered softly to the Black Lycan, a shrill sound pierced the tranquility, shattering the illusion like glass.

My eyes flew open, and I was greeted by the familiar sight of my room—the soft glow of the sunrise filtering through the curtains, the steady hum of the table fan, the comforting weight of a thin blanket draped over me. Reality crashed down around me, and I realized with a sinking feeling that it had all been a dream—a beautiful, fantastical dream, but a dream nonetheless. Of course, what else could it be?

What even was that? I sat up in bed, my heart still racing with the remnants of adrenaline from the encounter with the Black Lycan. It had felt so real, so vivid, that for a moment, I couldn’t help but think that perhaps it wasn't just a figment of my imagination.

But now, as the fog of sleep cleared from my mind, I knew better. I couldn't understand the meaning behind this dream, I have never had a dream before not even a single one. Somewhere I had a feeling that it had something to do with Zenith. He was the only lycan I knew and just yesterday I had my first interaction with him.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself out of bed, the memory of the dream still lingering in the corners of my mind. As I got ready for morning chores and school, I couldn't help but keep my thoughts fleeting towards Zenith.

As I went through my morning routine, the memory of the dream continued to nag at the back of my mind, refusing to be ignored. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was some significance to it, some hidden message waiting to be deciphered. With the usual dance of the morning chore and breakfast, I finally left the pack house for school. Today, I took a walk to the school ditching the bus.

With each passing moment, my thoughts drifted back to Zenith. He had been on my mind ever since our encounter yesterday, his eyes, and two work interactions leaving a lasting impression on me.

As I made my way to school, the anticipation of seeing Zenith again caused my heart to quicken its pace. I tried to push aside the thoughts that threatened to consume me, focusing on—attending classes, completing assignments, and avoiding any incidents in the crowded hallways of the school.

But as I rounded a corner and entered the main hallway, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of Zenith leaning against the lockers, surrounded by his friends. For a moment, our eyes met across the crowded hallway, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. It was as if time stood still, the noise of the bustling students fading into the background as we locked gazes.

And then, just as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, and Zenith turned his attention back to his friends, leaving me standing there, heart racing and mind swirling with a million feelings. No, no, no, I shook my head furiously. I can’t have a crush on the most popular guy in school, I am not strong enough to handle this.

As I stood there, trying to shake off the whirlwind of emotions that had started to consume me, I was caught off guard by a sudden push from behind. My heart lurched in my chest as I stumbled forward, nearly losing my balance. Before I could regain my footing, the laughter of the surrounding students filled the air, mocking and cruel. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I realized that I had become the center of attention, the object of their derision.

The mean girls, not leaving any opportunity to have fun at any cost, wasted no time in hurling insults and taunts in my direction. Their words cut through me like knives, each one a painful reminder of my perceived shortcomings. I felt a lump form in my throat as tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to disappear, to escape the humiliation that threatened to engulf me.

High school was an escape for me, not a safe escape but I wasn’t bothered here. There were whispers, people avoided me but nobody ever did anything like this blatantly in the past. Well, I guess now that Kevin wasn’t here, I don’t enjoy that privilege anymore. Another place I don't belong...

Amidst, my phone buzzed in my pocket but I ignored it. As the laughter echoed around me, I couldn’t help but look up trying to see Zenith’s reaction. I was surrounded by high school students and couldn’t see him. I was being naive, I am sure he was enjoying this just like everyone else. Nobody came to my rescue, I was all on my own.

A small voice inside urged me to stay strong, to stand tall in the face of adversity but the voice was barely above a whisper. I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the onslaught, determined not to let them see how much their words and actions hurt. That’s the only upper hand I hold at the moment.

I started to pick up my books and pens from the floor when somebody dropped them from my hands again making me whimper.

“Enough!!”