The Lycaon Chronicles Book 1: Rivals In Alliance

Prologue

Prologue- Loss of a Meaning

Her smile is what I miss, her long golden blonde hair cascading down her back in small curly locks, the curiosity that gleamed in those deep dark blue eyes of hers that I will always love. I even miss our petty bickering; when she'd tell me she hated me, I would always counteracting with an "I love you, too". It's the little things we used to do that cause the most pain for me to remember. It hurts even to think about her let alone speak her name. Juliet, if she truly was a Juliet, I would have been her poor lovesick Romeo ready to take poison for her once she passed. Alas, I couldn't even do this for her, like the coward I am I lay unmoving in my bed. My now dark and dull eyes staring blankly at the plain, white color of the walls, tears that had once fallen from them already dried up long ago.

A misery is what I'm living now, I behaving like nothing but a sad shell of the former hellhound I was. My head moves slightly to the side as I faintly hear the pounding of someone's fist on my door. I ignored it seeing how I was too wrapped up in my own self-hatred; and with much difficulty I tuned out the soft gentle tone of my younger sister, Lucia's voice.

Chuckling dryly, I thought how ironic it is. She shouldn't be trying to cheer me up; it was my role as her older brother to be the one who was strong, her unbreakable and unmoving rock.

I slowly turned my flimsy body in the bed, messy ginger bangs falling into my face as I moved. I didn't want to see anyone. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Couldn't they just leave me in here to rot in my abyss of sorrow? Juliet was my meaning in life, the only reason I'd get up in the day, was to see her smiling face.

The door let out a squeak as it was slowly pushed open; I realized that they must have finally picked the lock. "Damn it Castiel, have a little respect for yourself. It looks like something died in here..." stifling a sob I ignored my best friend drowning out her voice as I tried to slip into a never ending sleep.

She sighed sadly, her weight dipping onto my creaky bed frame, "Castiel I know you loved her..." Michelle's voice softened, "but you're not the only one hurting, I lost two people the day she died, my older sister and my mother... she played both roles in Jason's and my life."

I said nothing, only curling up in a tight ball the blanket being pulled slowly over myself; it was ripped off of me immediately Michelle's pissed off tone carrying into my ears, "Castiel quit fucking ignoring me, you've been in this pigsty all week, moping and crying. It's just plain stupid. Where's the big powerful gang leader we know and love?"

"Leave me alone Chelle..." I whimpered barely recognizing my own voice, the horse and scratchy tone of it scaring me.

"No Castiel I will not leave you alone," she replied firmly lashing out to grab an arm. With a harsh yank she pulled me upwards making me let out an embarrassing yelp, "come on pretty boy, I'm going to get you to eat something if it kills me." She announced, proceeding to drag me out of my bed, "gee Cas not going to make it easy for me now are you?" Michelle grumbled placing one of my arms over her shoulder.

I closed my eyes, head moving to lay onto the blonde's shoulder, if she was going to drag me unwillingly out of my room, I don't see why I should assist her with my weight.

"Cas-ti-el. quit. be-ing. a. dick!" Michele growled through clenched jaws no doubt her anger towards me increasing as she dragged my unresponsive body out to the hall.

I assumed that she thought I was going to respond with a snide remark at her comment like I usually would. However, I remained silent the only sounds being Michelle's small grunts as she struggled under my weight.

That unfortunately didn't stop her from talking, "For the love of Hades Cass, how much do you weigh? You're supposed to be fast on your paws, not a bulky mass of flesh, shouldn't you weigh less than your sister?"

"Don't insult Luce..." I grumbled halfheartedly barely paying attention to my own words.

Michelle rolled her eyes at this, "Alright Mr. Grumpy pup, can you not tell that I'm joking?"

A soft sigh left my lips, she meant that usually I could tell when she was joking or teasing me. I guess being isolated in your room for a week does things to your mind. In response to Michelle's question I shrug my shoulders in a limp motion; they dropped almost immediately back into their previous slumped position.

Finally, after what seemed to be a century we arrived in the kitchen where I spotted my sweet little sister cooking something on the stove, her wavy chocolate brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

Michelle then decided to loudly announce our presence, "Yo Luce!" she shouted out causing my hands to fly up to my ears to protect my precious hearing ability. "I got him to come out of his room! Kind of..."

Lucia turned her head to look at us, her radioactive green eyes, the only visible trait we share, sad and dark.

I sucked in a breath; I was most likely the cause of that twinge of sadness in her usually bright and cheery looking eyes. My disappearance probably scared her half to death.

After a moment she offered me a small smile, a pale cheery glow forming in the sadness that seemed permanently imprinted on her face, "I'm glad. I was starting to think that he would never come out." She turned her back to us and continued to stir what appeared to be soup, "can you seat him down at the table for me Chelle?"

Michele smirked her eyes drifting to my slumped form, "Course give me a sec," she turned to me, her icy blue eyes saying it all, you make her cry and I will pulverize you.

Although I wasn't typically scared of Michelle, the murderous looking expression on her face caused me to gulp involuntary. I quickly took a seat at the table before Michelle could voice her little comment.

Lucia chuckled at my abrupt movements, "It's good to see you amongst the living once again Cas, I'm surprised you didn't come out to eat sooner."

My stomach growled loudly at my sister's words, as if agreeing with the brunette's logic, "I just need time Lucia," I mumbled under my breath after a moment of silence.

A loud thump was heard making my head snap up. Underneath Lucia's hand, cracks were forming in the granite, the poor stone dented with the force just slammed down onto it. "It's been a freaking week Castiel. She's gone! Starving yourself isn't going to bring her back!"

I flinched back at Lucia's vicious tone, I had never before heard her raise her voice like that. The deadly silence that followed seemed to freeze the room for a couple minutes, the only noise was my sister's heavy breathing. My head slowly lowered to stare down at my hands in shame, I was the cause of my sister's anger, the cause of Michele's frustration—heck it was my fault Juliet was dead in the first place.

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This is just introducing our darling lead. Isn't Cas a wreck? Don't worry, he'll get better soon.
I just want to say thank you for all those who've decided to read The Lycaon Chronicles, this is really the first book I've really gotten into writing. I plan on the series to be a Trilogy, although I'm only just starting out on RIA, I hope you stay with it to read the other two books planned after this. One last thing, updates will be every Monday.
Thanks for reading my darlings
~HollyNeko