Moon Bound

4

Messages and Runaways
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Lycus
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There was nothing more distasteful than a lycan having a hunter as a mate.

It was rather a curse than a blessing, and perhaps Lycus considered this being his ultimate punishment for all the wrongdoings he has caused throughout his life.

How he'd be viewed as a lycan if his people found out about this.

Lycus never wanted a mate, didn't crave the desire for one. He couldn't describe it. Just a dark hole in his chest that couldn't be filled and he doubted having a mate could help it.

Until he saw her.

Lycus was at the threshold of his territory where all he saw was her. The smell of blood and flesh enriching his senses and the beast inside himself stirring.

The lycan was displeased.

But from that moment onwards, everything blurred. Lycus didn't know why he stood in front of her, his body made him do so and he quickly caught on how much he terrified her.

He had a twinge of resentment about that.

But there was a string pulling him towards her.

To Accalia.

Bewitching she seemed with her unruly black hair, lucent brown skin and plump lips he couldn't help but stare at.

And right then and there he was going to mark her, not caring who she was, a Larren hunter and a human he never wanted.

Lycus would bound themselves together and wouldn't think twice about considering her needs.

And then his Lycanthrope curse flashed through him and he stopped himself for what stood before him was a hunter.

The slightest part of him thought he should kill her. His own mate, a being to tied him to his humanity and his salvation. Dead and gone. How simple that would be if she died by his hand. His lycan side would mourn her but he imagined he would move on for his own sake.

But that's not the odds for lycans. To kill your mate is asking for endless pain and punishment. Myths travel through the world of lycans, tales of curses that bestow upon you once you kill your mate and the true loss of something you can never get back.

To Lycus, those tales hit too close for him to delve into.

And now, damnation will scorn through the supernatural world from Lycus finding his mate.

A fragment of him wished her nothing, but a twisted and eminent essence of him already longed for Accalia to remain by his side, despite what she cared about.

Her name was eloquent to him. Something he wanted to say again and again. He hasn't even heard her name being told to him by his mouth. Only by the exchange of conversation expressed between the two cousins.

"You can't be mated to him, Accalia, that's insane."

"I don't believe it either, Cadence, this seems like a sick joke. Barbaric even."

Barbaric indeed ...

Even Lycus thought this was a joke when he first saw her. Lycus even eavesdropped on their conversation and how they spilled that they weren't even supposed to cross into this territory in the first place, but the wolves they were hunting lead them here.

He should've killed them the first chance he got. Lycus couldn't even slash his claws across the cousin's throat. He didn't know why, he just couldn't bring him to do it in front of her.