The Rogue Lycan's Mate

Chapter 7

Raz was the Alpha of the old Kitsune's pack, the Shadow Den. He was tall blonde with crimson eyes that almost looked brown. Years of being rogue, and by himself turned his eyes red. They were once a light brown, but he rather liked the red color now.

He had it renamed to the Shadow Pack so he could still honor the Kitsune's in the pack. He and his brother came to this pack many years ago, and when he went to school, his brother stayed in the pack.

He wanted to do something with his life, and the law was always fascinating to him. His brother and he grew up in a human orphanage until he had his first shift into a lycan. They released what they were, and knew they couldn't stay in the human world.

However, every pack they visited didn't want rogue teenagers, and were turned away at the gates. This kitsune den was the first to accept him, and they looked up to him.

He was surprised when many packs started to employ him as a lawyer since he was technically a rogue, but they wanted someone with nothing to gain. The old lycan king paid him a lot of money, but he was an evil man. He was asked if he wanted a place within his kingdom.

Raz declined, not liking the order of things within the castle, but he couldn't complain. The King paid him more than enough to keep the pack running. He spent all his own money building new houses, and he tore down the old packhouse. He was making a whole new one on the other side of the pack with the new village.

The kitsune had suffered enough, and he wanted to make sure that they had everything they needed. He built their homes first, and even bought out the entire town to make sure it was used for pack income.

He lived in an apartment in the bar in the town while the new packhouse was being built. He sat at his desk as he thought about the light he had seen when he and his brother had let their lycans out.

They decided to take a run outside their borders, when he saw a ball of red light. He had feared it, and ran away from it only for it to hit him with a strange feeling.

He couldn't explain where the feeling was coming from, and thought about following it, but it vanished. So his brother and he made their way back to the pack.

It had been months since that night, and he was occasionally feeling pain he couldn't explain. He asked the Shadow Pack's doctor, Jenna a kitsune, but she was of no help. He didn't find his mate, or scent her.

Raz was sitting in his office going over the paperwork of the bar when he felt the pain in his arm like someone was ripping it apart. He couldn't help but let out a loud growl, and Psych came running into the room. "What's wrong?"

He was holding his arm looking up at Psych. "I don't know it hurts so bad. It's almost like someone is biting it." Psych grabbed his arm gently, looking it over with a shake of his head. "Are you sure you didn't find your mate? You could be feeling her pain."

He shook his head. "You were with me that night. I did not find a mate or scent a mate." He gasped as he felt pain in his neck, before his heart felt broken as he started clawing at his chest. He fell off his chair onto the ground before darkness claimed him.

Raz woke up what felt like hours later in his room with Jenna and Psych standing beside his bed. His chest still hurt, and his neck was stinging. "What happened?"

Psych let out a soft sigh. "You tried to claw your heart out. I stopped you, but the pain was too much. You passed out." He looked at Jenna. "Alpha, I am sorry I had you sedated for over a day."

Raz frowned, placing his hand on his neck, the pain now gone, and he looked at his brother. "I think someone took my mate." He looked at Jenna, and she sighed. "Alpha, it's very possible that someone killed your mate. The pain you felt wasn't a normal bond breaking. It was much worse."

He looked at both of them before waving a hand at them, "I'd like to be alone to rest now." He watched Jenna leave, but Psych hesitated. "I'll be fine Brother, you can go."

Psych nodded at him before leaving the room, and he closed his eyes, trying to feel for the bond, but it was gone. He couldn't explain it. How did he get a mate without scenting her, or even meeting her?

How could the goddess let her be taken from him when he didn't even get the chance to know her. He couldn't help but cry for the mate he lost, and pray to the goddess to give her back. He didn't care if he had to wait years for her, and vowed to take no other.

He had never once felt alone since that ball of light hit him, but now he felt alone again. He didn't like it, and wanted the bond back. He remembered the pain in his neck, and wondered if she wasn't really dead.

Perhaps someone had claimed his mate for themself? If so, did she willingly let them? Would he know her if he ever saw her if she was claimed by another? He might just rip apart whoever took his mate even if she was willing. She was supposed to be his, and if someone took what was his, he was going to kill them.

Raz slipped out of bed not caring that he was still dressed in yesterday's clothes as he made his way down to the bar. It was very late in the morning, and it was closed. He went behind the bar to grab his wolven whiskey, pouring himself a glass and downing it.

The liquid stung his throat, but he didn't care he'd been in worse pain hours ago. This was nothing. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked at Psych as he sat beside him. "Sorry brother, I know how much you wanted a mate."

He lifted his glass and played with the remaining liquid, swishing it around. "I am sure the goddess will give me another." He downed the rest of the whiskey, placing his glass on the bar. "We have lots of work to do."