Chapter 57

• Lucas
• They have returned. My father and his army, from the sound of it, had been victorious. Our father was constantly bent on expanding our territory and increasing our military power as well. He was power-hungry and, thus, garnered more enemies than friends. He was wary of everyone, including me, and it had led to him murdering my mother, Luna, in a fit of rage. I had not forgiven him, but I had learnt to move on regardless of the stigma his bad reputation hung over my head. I was his son, after all, his only heir. Although I was capable of holding my own, he had forbidden me from fighting in the recent war. He was ‘protecting his heritage', according to him.
• I left the privacy of my room to welcome them, and the villagers had assembled too, singing the praises of our warriors. The outcries of exultation filled the air, and soon the courtyard was full of people. Suddenly, a horn blared shrilly, announcing the arrival of my father, the Lycan King. He was also an Alpha, but he preferred to be referred to as royalty, his pride unquantifiable. The people split into two, creating a path for their king to come through, and as soon as he had begun his walk of glory, the villagers resumed their cheering in honour of my father. He was a proficient warrior and his wolf had fur as black as the night, his mere shapeshifting compelling his enemies to surrender before the fight eventually began.