His Wolf

Thirty-Three

Carson was little to no help. All he could remember was what he told me before, and a few more details about the female that was my mates mother. Brown hair and grey eyes. Thats all that he had.

Thats when Cota came in. She placed her hand on the mans temple and had him think back to that day. When he first saw the pregnat shifter to when he snatched the pup from her crib. His brows furrowed in pain as the deeply buried memories where forcefully pulled from his hippocampus, causing him to grunt in pain. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy his discomfort. Although, that was soon replaced with anger, knowing that what he was going through would have been considered a vacation for Max.

When Cato finnaly broke contact with Carsons skin, his eyes snapped open and where wide with fear. He shook his head slightly, mumbling to himself, sweat linning is pale skin.

"I-I didn't k-know." His words where raspy and on the edge of panic, "How could I ha-ave known!" He leand off the wall from where his rested agianst its damp surface, bunching his hands into fists as he looked up at me.

His dull eyes where wide with fright, his hair sticking to his forhead as he took panting breaths.

"I'm sorry," my ears straind to hear him now, as more air rushed in to replace the little air he had expelled with larger than nessecary quantitys, that caused his breathing to become ragged, "I'm so sorry, Alpha, I didn't know, oh please Lord, dont let them find me." He buried his head I'm his arms, his body curling in on itself as sobs shook his shoulders.

Silence feel over the stones as I took in the word of the man before me, sobbing and curled up in the corner of a dark cell. And it wasn't just the cold, or the spine suddeing sobbs that shook his large frame.

It was skull crushing fear.

It was the only scent that I could pick up, even Cotas strange smell of power and smoke was outshadowed by it.

"What is he talking about, what didn't he know?" I directed my questions at Cota, knowing full well that Carson was far from a state of being able to answer coherently.

The witch hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with suprise, a hint of fright linnig the irises, "Your mates parents-"

"I didn't know!" Carson yelled loud enough to cause the words to echo down the corrdor.

Cota flinched at the sofficating stench of fear and urine before us trying again, "Your mates parents appear to be very powerful and important people in the supernatural world."

I nodded, not completely surprised, seeing as it would make scenes to why she was such a larg wolf even while still being as skinny as she was.
"There are a lot of powerful people in our community, that are also very important. That doesn't really narrow anything down for us."

Carson threw himselfat the silver bars of his cage, not caring that his flesh began to burn once he made contact,  "The Lyncan Queen and King tend to be a bit more important than that of the average royal wolf,"

His words where spoken in a rushed wisper as if he feard to even speak of them. He said it so low and quietly, that I barly had anytime to process what he said before he spewed out another mouth full of words.

"Kill me," his voice rose with desperation and panick, "Please, just end me now before they find me, they will skin me alive once they do, please!" I studied his shaking frame and the smoke that curled around his clenched fist around the bars. This man would rather kill himself than face my mates parents. Than to answer for what he did. I would have to put a guard outside his cell to prevent that from happening, but right now I wanted to know more about what he had said before.

"The Lycan Queen and King? But they are just a myth, aren't they?" There was no dout that my mate was powerful, so the possibility of her having Lycan blood wasn't that big of a suprise, but the Royal Lycans are just stories.

I looked over at Cato and was reminded that, not that long ago, I was proven that some myths actually exist. But how could no one of heard even the slightest  of rumors about such important and powerful people?

Cato watched to trembling wolf before us, but answered my unspoken question, "By nature Lycans are secluded creatures, never really socializing with others, even those of their own kind. They are hardly ever spotted in groups, and when they are its just three or four-typicaly a family- any larger than that it is usally only for a mandatory meeting throughout the whole species in that particular area."

She paused for a moment, to allow the words so sort themselves out in my head before continuing, "There are, however, gatherings that occure once every few years where the Lycan Queen and King are rumored to have appeared. The other Lycan Rolyas go to the gatherings more often than the king and queen, but-"

"The point please Cota," I waved my hand in a hurrying jester, my patients running thin.

She shot me glare, earning her a low growl from my wolf. Her eyes flared with that unchecked power, causing my wolf to brisle; He wanted to challenge that power, to test it. But I pushed him back down, answers being more important than his arrogance.

"The point that I was getting to mind you, is that while its rare to see a Lycan out and about, their King and Queen are basically ghost, living in the middle of no where, so it makes scenes that Carson didn't know who he was stealing from."

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying understand how this could even be possible. Could Max really be a Lycan? It would explain her size, and her darker coat. It could also play a hand in her blood lust. If the books were to be believed, the first generations of Lycans where so blood thirsty that they not only almost whiped out the whole human population, but turnd on each other as well. Later on they relized that, cross breading with us werewolfs, deluted that need enough for it to be tolerable. Just long enough to teach their pups how to keep a lid on it.
Something Max never received.

And it certainly dosent help that the Royal Lycan family has a higher concentration of Lycan blood thanks to an incident of a accidental wild breeding. Meaning a royal got a wild wolf knocked up.

"Are you saying that Max is the daughter to some Lycan royals?" The thought alone seemd to insane to even think. It couldn't be true. Werewolfs and Lycans were not able to share a mate bond, that was permanently severed years and years ago once the lycan blood was deluted enough. Even than it was a unstable and thin thread that brought to two together, easily breaking apart once the deed was done.

"I'm saying, that if what I saw in his memories are correct, than you are mated to the next Lycan queen, Austin."

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