The Cursed Lycan

Chapter 4: Sophie's Background

Chapter 4: Sophie's Background

Shivering. She always awoke shivering. Sophie sighed, sitting up. As she shifted, Sophie hissed in pain. She looked down to see a loose silver collar around her neck. Her skin felt on fire wherever the collar touched. Her breathing sped up, scenes from the past trying to overtake her. Focusing on her surroundings, Sophie was able to control it. Preventing a trip to the past.

The sky was still light outside, it looked like she awoke just after the sun went down. Sophie looked around, trying to remember how she got here. "Mason," she gasped. She prayed she didn't hurt him or any of the other lycans.

"Hi," a voice called out. Sophie's attention snapped to the other side of the cell, groaning as the collar shifted against her skin once again. She let out a sigh of relief to see Mason sitting in a chair, watching her. "Here." Mason threw some sweatpants and a sweater, along with some socks through the bars. Sophie dressed quickly, trying to reduce the amount of pain she would experience from the collar. The clothes were large on her, but soft and comfortable. "I couldn't find where the warriors took your bag, but I'm sure we'll find it. In the meantime, I'll let you borrow mine." Once she finished dressing, Mason unlocked the cell and entered.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Sophie asked as he approached. She remained perfectly still as he reached out to her. He winced when he touched the collar, but he unlocked it and threw it to the ground.

"Not when you're Sophie," Mason smiled, offering her a hand. Sophie hesitated before taking it, but Mason waited patiently.

When her hand did grasp his and she straightened up, Sophie noticed the scars along his arm, "What happened there?"

Mason immediately released her hand to cover up his arm, "Nothing for you to be concerned about." Sophie frowned but didn't continue asking her line of questioning. Mason motioned for her to follow, "We are very interested in your background."

"We?"

"My family, and my pack," Mason led Sophie upstairs.

Sophie balked as they exited the dungeon, "Where the hell are we? Who is your pack? What is going on?"

Mason stopped and turned to her, a smirk dancing on his lips, "You really are clueless." Sophie scoffed, turning away from him to look around. The hallway was decorated with an intricate rug over marble floors, massive curtains that covered massive floor to ceiling windows, beautiful art adorned the walls.

"It's like a palace," Sophie breathed, her irritation having disappeared.

"It is a palace," Mason replied, recapturing Sophie's attention. His smirk had been replaced with a soft smile. "Sophie, this is the palace of the Golden Iris Pack. King Matheus and Queen Annabelle Siegfried are Royal Lycans, the Alpha and Luna, who rule over all packs of North America."

"Siegfried?" Sophie's voice squeaked.

"I'm Prince Mason," Mason bowed slightly, "their firstborn son, by only a couple of minutes. I'm a triplet, my sister, Amelia, and my brother, Max, were born after me."

"So, you're next in line for a throne? Oh Moon Goddess, did I hurt you?" Sophie immediately started poking a prodding him.

Mason laughed, "Stop I'm ticklish!"

Sophie blushed, his laugh sounding almost too right. Mason hugged her to his chest to stop her poking. He looked down at her, her cheeks flushed, making her brown eyes sparkle. Mason felt his heart skip a beat.

That had never happened to him before.

Sophie laughed nervously, snapping Mason back to the present. They jumped apart; both looking anywhere but at each other.