Moon Bound

6

Where blood lies
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Accalia
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Accalia Larren felt like a delicate lamb when she first laid eyes on Lycus Fenris.

And that was what she would be deemed as, if she wasn't a hunter.

She never meant to cross his path, cross into his territory and most definitely not cross that unnatural line that shouldn't be there to begin with. A lycan mated to a hunter.

It made her sick to her stomach even thinking about it as her knuckles paled against the steering wheel.

She didn't realise her foot pushing on the accelerator that drifted down the winding roads, everything flashing before her.

"In a rush?" A voice mused beside her.

Accalia gave her cousin a side-way glance, a fixed look cutting across her face. "Get your feet off the dashboard, what have I told you, Cadence?" Accalia berated loudly and whacked her ankles.

Cadence frowned and removed her legs, but placed them on the seat, unable to sit still. "You're freaking out over nothing, we left his territory; we have the upper hand, Accalia."

No, we don't, Accalia thought doubtfully and wagged her head.

Lycus Fenris was the prime example of a predator. The beast of prey, the tracker, the Alpha. When he found his catch, there were only whispers through the grapevine that spread of what he would do to a person as they never make it out to tell their tales. All speculation and theories.

His name was stamped in books, tainting a hunter's tongue and smearing his bloodline in nothing but blood and war.

The Alpha of Alphas.

Lycus Fenris, the Alpha of not only his pack but the ultimate ruler of every other one.

"I still think I should have burnt his house down when I had the chance," Cadence chimed in making Accalia smile.

"You're sick—"

"Only if I knew where his room was," said Cadence, picking at her nails and pulling her brows together in thought, "I'd place dead bodies on his bed and with their blood—"

Mental, Accalia thought.

"Maybe that's a bit extreme. I'm only joking, maybe joking. Kinda."

It urged a laugh out of Accalia which was lightening enough for her low spirits.

All their lives, the Larren cousins, Accalia and Cadence were told not to be fearful of anything. Not when they know the existence of lycans, their descendants, werewolves, and the damnation they impelled to the human race.

They couldn't be afraid of something they were made to kill.

Only, Accalia wasn't scared of that, but something entirely different.

Mated to a Lycan, she thought numbly to herself. What could that even mean?

Accalia was familiar with the term, mate. Had come across it in history books and the stories of fellow hunters. Lycans and Werewolves can be tied to anyone, even a human and it was out of their control and choice. Growing up, a part of her duty was to digest as much information on the moon-bound creatures as possible. She was to know every detail of her threats.

She knew mates were considered to be a direct link to a lycan's humanity, nothing more than that. Mates couldn't be without each other and if they were to be, one would be worse off than the other.

That couldn't be Accalia. 

How could a lycan and hunter be bonded? It was nothing but a curse relayed on both of them.