The Lycans

The Lycans- Prolouge

The Lycans- Prologue

The pain he was experiencing was like no other. It wasn't supposed to hurt this much. It was as if his skin was on fire. As if his whole body was being ripped apart- which in a way, it was. His bones made sickening cracks as the shifting process proceeded.

Why was it so painful for him? The others were getting worried. Never I their lives have they witnessed such a horrific shift. But what hurt them the most was that they couldn't do anything about it.

"Please, please help him," his mother sobbed to their Alpha. "My baby, my poor, poor, baby," she cried, not able to stop the tears.

"What is happening to him? It's not supposed to be like this!" his father yells, confused and angry. He never liked his eldest boy; he knew something was off about him.

"I don't know for sure, but I have a good idea. We must wait it out. The moon goddess would not make his shift this painful unless she knew he could take it," the Alpha says. He knew what was happening, but didn't know how or why.

The young man screamed in agony, reaching out to the pack members surrounding him. He knew that they couldn't help him. The only one who could even slightly help him was his mate, but he had yet to find her.

With the last sickening sound of his bones cracking, the man stood up on all fours. Gasps filled the shifting room. He looked up to the mirror wall, and couldn't help but release a wolf like gasp himself.

He was huge. Bigger than his alpha, or any wolf he had ever seen in his whole life. He was strongly built and stood tall and proud. His full was all black, a phenomenon never seen before. There was something different about him, and everyone could tell.

"W-what is he?" his frightened mother asks.

"I think you all know the answer to that question," the Alpha says, smiling proudly.

The next words were hit him like a rock. They were enough to make his father's knees give out and his mother to lose consciousness.

"He is a Lycan,"

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