The Lost Daughter of the Lycans

Prologue

NYSSA

Tonight was the night that everything will change. Who knew fate had such a sense of humor and twist. I did not know at this time but something inside myself felt different. It felt as if the night was holding its breath. A silent hum electrified the air. It made my skin crawl with anticipation but I brushed it off. I entered my room as the night began to fall as the sunset faded from existence. A cool breeze entered my hall behind me as if to send a message.

I closed my eyes and took a silent deep breath as I readied myself for what the night will bring. I was not nervous or afraid. Blood will be spilled and I will bathe in it like a trophy. These bastards dare wage war against mighty forces to be reckoned with. The odds are against them for they do not know I am the best warrior in this pack.  Fate has such an humor that the Goddess granted me the strength to be merciless against such reckless hate of this magical world. They dare to uproot the good name of our kind. Sadly we've all lost our way but my brethren, the Elite Guardians are tasked with abilities that differ from the regular wolves and lycans. It is our purpose to restore that order.  As for me, I was the second highest ranking Elite.  Even though I was the best, I was invisible, and I don't exist.  They could never anticipate my presence.

As I opened my eyes, my reflection from the mirror by my side caught my attention at my ever-changing appearance. My appearance began to morph as one of my special abilities that I was blessed with by the Elders for the chosen such as myself before I was born. It is also a curse at times, as it tends to reflect my mood.

My hair fell down to the hips today with my fringe pinned back into a hair clip revealing my facial features.  Now, I'm not your typical Lycan. I had unnatural hair. I was born a natural jet black beauty but over time my hair began to grow like the color of maroon colored blood with silver, moonlight colored streaks as I got older. I preferred to have my hair jet black, with the maroon and silver streaks as faint highlights. I had tricolored hair that was so beautiful.  Tonight I willed them back into their natural black and silver strands to hide the red. My usual silver ringed-red eyes changed to just their natural blue-gray state that became my signature disguise. My natural eye color was a sight for sore eyes, truly frightening. I had light freckles that could only be seen unless incredibly close and warm skin with light pink undertones. Sharp siren eyes that could kill from miles away and subtle cheekbones and plump lips to uplift my serious demeanor.

A rare and scary gift to camouflage, intimidate and morph to my enemies. My brothers and sister have their own camouflage abilities. Not to mention, my other precious gifts.

If you were to look me, you would mistake me as some ethereal magic being. I stood out from everyone around me. Of course, we're not the only magical beings to live in our pack. We have a variety of witches, vampires, warlocks, sirens. You name it. We have dominion over the lands. But like I said, I'm not your typical werewolf.  No.  It was once a curse, now a gift. 

My presence is always questioned as it only furthered conversation about my beauty and the rank I held. I attracted many unmated males. I held a very special title as the Psi.  A rare honor that was gifted to very few by the Elders. This was due to my bloodline's history that I made them swear to secrecy. It was the best guarded secret of this lifetime kept from everyone in the Iceland Stone Pack.  A long, tragic history that's been guarded about my true identity.

After all, I was meant to be the Queen.

Suddenly, I felt my mind wander off as I stared into the mirror. My past was a difficult thing for me that I always blocked it away. But this time I couldn't.