The Last Werecat

Prologue

Not long ago before mortals rule the world, hunters and shapeshifters clanged their origins and swords together as predators and preys.

Shapeshifters are believed to be harmful creatures and should be banned from the mortal realm for they are known as the source of chaos. Hunters would capture every single shifters and torture them until death.

"Mommy, I'm scared..." Shivering, young Lython managed to utter a word.

Werewolves, werecats, kitsunes, werebears, Yuxas are all over bloods. Running for their precious lives, roaring and mourning for their lost.

Hunters began to ransack their cabins and threw fire everywhere.

"Lython!"

"Mommy!"

The young Lython ran towards his mother and embraced him, terrified.

"Ly, I need you to run...run sweetheart." He gripped his mother's shirt tightly, shaking his head in disapproval. "Do not look back and survive, survive for me, prince."

Before he could speak a loud gunshot coming from a revolver was heard. He roamed his eyes at his mother's back and saw a middle aged hunter pointing a gun at them, looking intently, thirsting for their death.

A tear escaped from his mother's eyes, pulling him to her back and faced the hunter.

"This is outrageous, Lorcan!"

His mother shouted gritting her teeth, stretching her right arms to protect her precious prince.

"Ah, Lyran. Nice meeting you again."

"You traitor! How dare you break the law of shifters?!"

As for Lython, he could sense his mother's aura immerging and getting way out of control, he was afraid. If his father was alive, he could perfectly kill the hunters in one whip. Unfortunately, his father died because of unknown reasons.

"Did you forgot, Lyran? I'm not a shifter. I can break any law whenever I want." The guy Lorcan flashed an evil grin before looking at his mother creepily. "It is your fault for not choosing me."

"That! That's because of your narrow ego! I chose Malthon instead of you because of that!"

The hunter's grip held the gun tightly, but before he could click the trigger his mother swiftly shapeshifted into her animal form, a lioness.

His mother's eyes looked at him, there he saw drops of tears. It's as if she's telling him what to do, and when his mother roared that's the que to run away, and so he did.

Running barefooted, away from the chaos. Before he could step his foot out of the border, he heard his mother's soft whisper together with the cold wind.

"I love you, Lython. Survive."

After that, loud gunshots continously banged.

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[A/N]

Hello, this story was written three years ago, if there are grammatical errors kindly criticize me. I just found this story in my drafts and I was amused by how my old self could write better than I do today. Hence, I have decided to publish this, not because I want everyone to be impressed but to acknowledge my old self's writings.

Thank you!