Fate in Love: Lachesis of the Moirae

Prologue

"They controlled the metaphorical thread of life of every mortal and immortal from birth to death. They were independent, at the helm of necessity, directed fate, and watched that the fate assigned to every being by eternal laws might take its course without obstruction. And for as long as they exist, the gods and men had to submit to them."

-- The Moirae, Wikipedia

Lachesis (/ˈlækɨsɪs/, Greek Λάχεσις [ˈlakʰesis]), The Alotter, The Course.

Bound by their curse to watch from the sidelines and never intervene with free will, Lachesis was never an immortal to have her attention focused on a being, let alone, a savage beast. Stripped of their emotions by their own father because of a sin they did against their will, a foreign feeling buried deep inside her heart started to arise because of a certain immortal. Can she stop her emotions and do her duties? Or would her own fate be ended because of a choice between what she needed and what she wanted?

"He then let them put the wristband with the leash on him, and when the gods said that they were now finished, the wolf stood up and shook himself and took the wristband to the ground and squeezed mightly on it. The wolf then stretched his feet and broke the leash so that the pieces flew far away. After this, the gods feared, that they may not get the wolf bound again."

-- A Norse Mythology citing about wolves.

Seth (/sɛθ/; also spelled Sēth (Σήθ) or Set /sɛt/), Shapeshifter lykos, Seth the Hunter

Believed himself to be cursed by the fates and his own tribe, Seth wanted nothing more than to not associate himself with the Lycans or with his human family. He detested being a halfling, a weakling. Born of a Lykos and a human female, he had to toughen up to be the alpha. Sought by many vixens in their tribe, he had been known to shift from one female to another in one night. Only until a certain unknown maiden had him lose all his control. But could he trust this stranger with his life? And even with the scars in his past?

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Faster. Faster. Faster!

Denying every instinct to turn around and only listening to that sound inside her head, she was on her heels, running away from what was most important to her. She was an outcast-sworn off by her own father-because of a sin that she had not foreseen. She shut her eyes close to stop the tears from falling. Her family was all she had ever had in this world, and now she was fleeing farther and farther away from them, her bare feet cold on the cemented floors of their home. It wasn't because she wanted this. No. They said she needed to be away from them because she was different, unlike any other child.

Because she was cursed.

Don't turn back.

"Maman," she blinked back her tears as she heard her mother's voice inside her head. But she was tired. She had been running for so long that she wondered if there ever was a door leading outside here in her father's fortress. She was at the brink of exhaustion but she held on. She promised her mother that she would not fail her. She promised that she would be free of this curse that they had laid upon her. She was only seven, and she couldn't even remember how she committed the sin they were accusing her of.

She could never place a curse on her brother. No, that was impossible.

Close. I'm close... Where's the-THUD.

She winced, looking down at her feet to see a bulge forming because she had tripped over one of her father's large slippers. She tried to move her leg, but it wasn't enough.

"No," she whispered, panic rising up to her chest, knowing her father would be here in a moment if she cannot move her leg. "No.No.No. Get up. Get up. Get up!"

"Daughter."

She froze.

Too late. She was too late.

Mother, forgive me. She sent the message to her mother, knowing she would cry when she received it.

She turned around, swallowing a gulp, as she came face to face with her father. Gone was the loving and caring man that had scooped her up and cradled her when she was a baby and in front of her was a creature whose eyes flared like fire. His gaze gave her the fear of all fears: cold, merciless, and unforgiving.

She started to speak to him. "Fa-

"SILENCE!" He bellowed in rage and she cringed, "For what you have done, for the curse you and your sisters have set upon MY son, you shall experienced the worst of all punishments: Living like the dead."

"No," Her hands went to her face, her gaze frantic as she screeched, "NO! Father, no!"