The Lycan Queen

Prologue

"By the light of the Moon and our piercing howls, we are further transformed into fearsome beasts. From the circle of life to the evolution of man, I shall be re-awakened as one with the land."

This was the verse chanted by many who now belong to Tainted Soul Terrace, bipedal creatures made up of the best parts of man and beast, commonly the wolf; with some females recorded standing at six feet five inches tall. Werewolves, they were often called. However this was not a choice for others. Some blessed by genetics, can take the form at will, and choose to forget their human half. Others in an attempt to escape miserable human lives, made a choice to perform a ritual with a shaman and permanently take the form.

And the minority, were outcast by their friends and family, after being cursed to remain this way forever. Whatever the reason, those in this state reside with others of their kind, each with their strengths, and weaknesses, each with a part to play; their "Rank". Lycans without one were often bullied into Omegas; those who stood up to their oppressors were simply named Civilians, and tormented no longer. Ranked or not, all of them were lead by a lycan known as Mortem, Their Sire, their King.

Now Mortem, like any other king had a harem. He took his pick of the pack's females and left what he deemed unworthy to the lesser males of the pack. Lycanesses constantly vied for his attention, sometimes even breaking into physical altercations with each other among other catty, immature behavior..

Oh,, but who could blame them.

The Lycan King is easily seven feet tall, his glossy jet black coat reflective of the midnight sky. His eyes shone a brilliant violet and under the full moon, some say they appear a silken blue. Females given his "special attention" were allowed privileges that other pack members may never get. But of course, to whom much is given, much is required, especially of those females who wanted to keep their privileges.

Males particularly found this stupid and unnecessary, some of them having lost their own sisters, daughter and even mates to the King; but remain under his rule for fear of being hunted by men or even killed by Mortem himself. Despite the hospitality so generously offered by their king, life as a Lycan is not at all easy on a good day. Especially for Mortem's "personal favorite", a particular young female named Stellar. This story delves not only into her troubles, but it also tells the tale of how Mortem, The Lycan King, chose his Lycan Queen.

Or rather, how she chose him.