The Lycan's Prey

Chapter 3

Word count: 1564

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Goddess why is everything so sore?

I groaned forcing my eyes open. I was in my old room in my parents house, which is odd because I haven't been in this room for a few years. Why am I here now?

I was pushing myself into a sitting position when the door opened revealing my very sleep deprived parents.

"Roselyn!" Mother gasped rushing to my side. Her hands were checking me over frantically like she couldn't believe I was awake.

"Roz how are you feeling?" My father asks coming to my side in a more calm manner. He sits himself by my feet and places a comforting hand on my leg. My father was a large man at six foot six with broad shoulders and thick muscles that made every human that passed him think he was an American football player. His faced started to show his age a small bit with smiles lines coming in and small wrinkles on his forehead but other than that most would think he was in his late thirties. I had inherited my brunette hair from him plus small ginger highlights from mother and I got his golden brown eyes.

"Sore, really sore." I told them honestly with a shrug. "Why am I here?"

They both give each other a look of alarm before mother cups her hands on my cheeks and starts checking my eyes. Her hazel eyes cloud over for a second and I know she's talking to father through mind link.

I grip her hands and pull them off my face. "Please, whatever you're telling father can be said in front of me."

Mother sighs running a hand down her face. She was tired, anyone with two eyes could see that; there were deep bags under her eyes that aged her about ten years, her shoulders were slumped forward making her slouch, and her hair and eyes have lost their usual shine.

"You hit your head harder than we had originally thought so it'll take a few minutes for your memory to return." She says vaguely. I gave a confused look to father but he just gives me a sympathetic smile making me even more confused. Mother sees the exchange and gives me a loving smile. "Just think about the last thing you remember sweetie."

I close my eyes doing as she says, thinking about going to be last nigh and falling asleep, and then that's when all the memories came back. Alpha's warning, Dorian's mate, Luna's order, the rogues, the monstrous wolf, my mate....

I reopen my eyes looking at my parents. "Who are they?"

Mother sighed heavily closing her eyes in the process, and fathers posture became tense. I wanted to know which pack saved us and which pack my mate belonged to.

"Lycans."

I felt the small hope of finally being with my mate go up in flames.

"How?" I asked quietly trying to hide the pain on my voice.

"Alpha Stanley promised them free range over our territory for their hunting grounds if they came to our aid," father explained to me.

"But now we're not going to have enough food to feed our pack," I rationalized. Everyone knows that Lycans eat three times the amount a normal wolf eats. Alpha Stanley had just doomed our pack to starvation.

Father just shook his head. "That doesn't matter right now. The only reason we're alive right now is because of them."

"You can NOT go in there!" Alpha Stanley shouts with his alpha voice but the door to my room bursts open anyway revealing the wol-no, Lycan that saved my life.