DUAL CURSE

HUNT

Death like no one had ever seen before. It took four full moons before their birth, I had seen that one couldn't be told apart from the other. I died before they were born. Deliberately?.

I don't run from evil, but I don't play in the playground of the devil.

Logan's POV

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As we stepped out of the library, the thoughts of what Aidden had said about the ancient prophecy filled my mind. I pondered on the thought of the possibility that that might just be us. Our every description, born of royal blood, couldn't be told apart. We had secretly read that book, it was forbidden to enter those parts of the library where the books were kept. But the more we studied, the more curious we became.

Studying was a compulsory mantle passed on to every werewolf born of Royal blood.

As we stepped out from the corridor, Aiden was engrossed in the book he was holding, he possessed a look of seriousness one that I had rarely seen, he bore a puzzled and questioning look.

I halted, dragging Aiden out from his focus on his book, in the common training room for royals were two ladies. Maya and Camila.

Camila and Maya, the two Werewolf girls, were both breathtakingly beautiful.

Camila wore her hair in loose waves around her shoulders, framing her sharp cheekbones and full lips. Her piercing green eyes shone with intense and alluring energy, and her lithe, athletic frame was emphasized by her form-fitting leather jacket and jeans. Camila's senses were heightened as a Werewolf, and her keen senses were visible in the way she moved and interacted with the world around her. Her fur was black when she transformed, with glinting silver highlights that shimmered in the moonlight.

Maya, on the other hand, appeared more exotic. Her hair was a deep chestnut brown color, with natural waves and curls cascading down her back. Her eyes were a striking amber color that seemed to glow in the sunlight, and her skin was a warm olive tone. Maya's lithe, toned body was dressed in a sleek, black bodysuit that highlighted her curves and the sinewy muscles beneath her skin. Maya's Werewolf fur was a rich chestnut color with gold and red streaks that glinted in the sunlight.

She was one hell of a beauty.

Camila and Maya both exuded a fierce, confident energy, and their Werewolf status only added to their allure.

Both their parents served in the royal army of werewolves, special forces, only for those with royal blood.

Camila's parents, Sebastian and Isabella, were both army werewolves. They met while serving in the same unit and fighting in numerous battles.

As a child, Camila was exposed to her parents' military background and training. They taught her how to fight, how to survive in the wilderness, and how to control her werewolf powers. Camila grew up with a strong sense of duty and a deep respect for her parents and their sacrifices. As the law desired, she followed in their footsteps and joined the royal army, serving with distinction and becoming a highly skilled and respected soldier in her own right, she was yet to choose a mate.

Rafael and Sofia, Maya's parents, were also army werewolves. They were tough and disciplined, and their abilities and bravery earned them numerous accolades. Maya's father died in battle, leaving just her, her mom, and a little brother.

She joined the Royal group, at twelve as her skills were beyond her age,

As they battled out, each focused on outwitting the other, Camila with a sword and Maya with a spear.

Maya launched.

Aiden interrupted.

"Typical of him". I said I'm on my mind, making a little grin as if to say, I told you so as I stared at Maya's disappointed look.

Your grace, Camila said with a bow in a manner that somehow seemed too much.

"fucker" Maya said as she mockingly mimicked Camila's bow.

Camila wore a disapproving look.

Aiden's smile was now so visible as we walked closer to the ladies.

"You don't have to be hostile now," Aiden said, still with a smile.

"You had better have a good reason for interrupting our training," she said in a manner that was already giving her away, she was already smiling back at him while trying to maintain her look of seriousness.

"We're having a hunt later tonight, we want you guys to come"

I said in reply

Aiden gave me a look of "I've got this"

He sighed as he retreated, "I hope we see you tonight" he said out loud as we walked away.

I turned back to one last look at Maya, her hips now swinging as she returned to battle with Camila.

Maya's hair was luscious and wavy, cascading down her back in a waterfall of chestnut brown. Her hazel eyes were framed by long, dark lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings when she smiled. Oh, and that smile! It has the power to light up a room and melt even the hardest of hearts.

My attention was drawn to her full, rosy lips, which curved into a perfect cupid's bow.I couldn't stop myself from fantasizing about running my fingers through her silky tresses and pressing my lips against hers.

I was drawn to Maya for reasons other than her physical beauty. She matched my inner strength and determination, and she was fiercely loyal to those she cared about. I admired her bravery and quick thinking, and her nonchalant way of caring less about trivial situations.

I was lost.

My body began to change as the moon rose high in the sky. As my limbs elongated, my bones cracked and contorted, fur sprouting from every pore. I howled to let the rest of the pack know it was time to hunt.

Aiden, Camila, Maya, Vincent, and me.

Our keen senses picked up on the smallest movements as we prowled through the forest. Our prey was close by. Each member of our pack was distinct in their own right, with distinguishing characteristics that made them valuable to our hunt.

Vincent was the biggest and strongest of us all. His powerful jaws could easily crush through bone, and his massive frame could take down even the most ferocious prey. Vincent stands tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build that belies his supernatural strength. His fur is a deep, midnight black, and his eyes burn with an amber glow that cuts through the forest's darkness.

Vincent's senses are enhanced beyond those of mortals as a werewolf. His sense of smell is keen, allowing him to detect prey from long distances, and his hearing is so acute that he can pick up on the slightest rustle of leaves in the wind.

He was born into a pack of werewolves and was raised in the ways of the hunt from a young age, by the king. He honed his skills and rose to become one of our most skilled and feared hunters. He was charged to teach us and keep us royal students safe.

Vincent was a fearless hunter, but he was also a protector and caregiver for his fellow werewolves.

Even with his intimidating look of terror and authority.

Camila, on the other hand, was the quickest of all of us. Her lean and agile frame could easily outmaneuver any prey, making her an invaluable member of our pack. She was quick like a fox, her steps delicate and silent.

I was the most perceptive of our group. My sense of smell was so acute that I could detect even the most subtle scent from miles away. I led our pack through the forest, easily tracking our prey.

We moved silently through the forest, our paws softly padding on the ground. Our prey was getting closer, and the thrill of the hunt was coursing through our veins. We came across our prey, a small herd of deer grazing in a clearing.

We charged forward on Vincent's signal, he was the Alpha in this small pack of ours tonight. The deer bolted in all directions, but we were quick to pursue. Camila was the first to approach her prey, sinking her sharp teeth into the neck of a young buck.

With a single swipe of his massive paw, Vincent dispatched a large doe. I kept looking for the rest of the herd, following their scent deep into the woods.

We continued our hunt into the night, taking down prey after prey. Each of us was critical to the success of tonight's hunt.

As I wandered into the forest, deep into the dark places, the air was suddenly cold, the hairs on my fur suddenly became straight.

Then from behind me came a sound

"Logan"