The Love of a Lycan

"Alpha…" She let out in a breathy voice as she tried to catch a glimpse of Raine behind Torak's back.

But, of course, Torak wouldn't give her such a chance as he ordered the man behind the witch to keep her steady.

That man grabbed the witch's hair and pulled her head back so Torak could see her face clearer.

The witch was wailing in agony when she felt her hair being tugged from their roots, yet despite of the agony that she felt, her voice was so steady. "This will be a long battle Alpha, even if you killed me you will not win this so easy." The witch sneered. "No, I think you will not win this war again, for sure."

Torak narrowed his eyes. "I asked whether you came from northern coven or not, but you give me a very long reply without even answering my actual question."

"So, what if you know whether I came from northern coven or not? The fact that your mate should have to die in order to win this war will not change." The witch glanced at her surroundings, trying to take in the number of Lycanthropes around her into her peripheral vision. "Now you heard…"

Before the witch could utter another word, Torak slit her throat with his claws.

With a soft thud the witch's body fell on to the ground, leaving her head hanging mid air just because the man behind her was grabbing her hair.

Calleb acted so quick, he shifted into his human form in matter of few seconds and pulled Raine into his arms before pressing her face against his chest to block the gruesome scene before their eyes.

Maybe, for those Lycans this sort of scene was nothing, especially for those old Lycans. This was just another dead body for them.

However for Raine, it would be a big blow.

On the other hand, Raine let Calleb hug her, shutting her eyes tightly, she placed her hands on his chest. She knew what was happening and didn't think she could take it, thus she was grateful for Calleb thoughtful action.

All the Lycanthropes that witnessed this didn't even flinch when the witch dead body was being taken away before it was burned into ashes.

This was how to deal with a magician, because they could use dark magic to revive their fellow friends, even though not all the spell- casters possessed that ability.

The witch's last words sounded like an empty threat, a dying talk from someone who knew that she would not survive this.

However, it didn't sound that way for Lyrus. He was there when the war happened, thus he knew very well what was necessary to prevent the war, or if it was too late for that, to win this war.

Lyrus's eyes caught a glimpse of Raine in Calleb's embrace. Only one word could describe her current self. Weak.

The Lycanthropes who were so haughty for their incredible strength and praised for their power and authority, didn't need a weakling for a Luna.

He needed to talk to Torak about this in person.

After the body of the witch had turned into dust, Torak walked toward Raine and instinctively Calleb released his hands around his Luna.

Raine was still shocked, but seeing Torak's hand that was stretched out in front of her, she took it without any hesitation.

Once Torak caught her hand, he pulled her closer and let her stand beside him while he looked around at the Lycanthropes from his own pack.

"This is not the best moment for me to announce this!" Torak's voice boomed and sent a sudden urge for the rest of them to bow their heads solemnly in front of him. "But, I would like to introduce you your Luna!"

Raine never thought Torak would introduce her in such a moment. Was he worried about what the witch said before?

"She is my equal! And if one of you treated her any less than she should deserve, it would be the same as you defied my words and the punishment would be dire!"

At the end of Torak's words, those Lycanthropes bowed their heads solemnly as they knelt before their Alpha and Luna.

This wasn't a ceremony that Torak wanted when he had to introduce Raine as the Luna of the pack. This was too hasty and Raine wasn't ready for this yet.

However, it was not only Lyrus who realized the after effects of the witch's last words, but also Torak was aware of that.

He knew some of the old Lycans, who had tasted the war centuries ago, would immediately think about sacrificing Raine.

At this point they must have been aware that Raine was a guardian angel, one of the creatures that they naturally despise the most because of their weak nature.

That was why Torak told them about Raine before there was a person to step forward and had a wrong idea about this.

It couldn't be denied that they still didn't believe if Raine was Torak's destined mate and not the chosen one.

After all, Torak had been cursed for centuries and had been mate less along that period of time.

At least, this proclamation could restrain them from saying a wrong thing and create unnecessary disputes within his pack.

Because if Torak didn't take this stern action, it wouldn't rule out the possibility that in the future there would be differences in opinion which have the potential to divide their unity.

It was in their nature to follow their Alpha's words, though not all of them had the same thought on this.

This was another way for Torak to protect Raine from his pack's judgment.

Lyrus squinted his eyes when he heard Torak's words. This also had indirectly answered his inner query that he initially wanted to discuss with the Alpha.

[Keep your thoughts for yourself, Lyrus.]

Torak's cold voice echoed inside his head among the argumentation that he was having with himself.

[Alpha Torak, your brother will not like this.] Lyrus answered hesitantly.

"Lyrus." Suddenly Torak voice was so loud for all of them to hear. "You can go back to my brother and tell him that I don't need his advice, help or guidance."

Lyrus lifted his head only to meet Torak's black eyes.

"Tell him; this is my pack, my rule!"