Awaken the Lycan King (short hiatus)

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Hello everyone! Forgive me for my rusty writing skills. I haven't been writing any creative content for the past 3 months since I'm writing my thesis TT^TT 

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"Wake up you motherfucker!"

My head hits the floor and I groan in annoyance. I lift my aching head just to see Stacey holding my blanket around her arms. The bitch just pulled me to the floor.

"What the hell, Stace?" I start to stand up and reach grab my blanket.

She moves her arms and throws my blanket to the side. "Really? This is how you say to your best friend after not seeing her for two years?"

I put my hands on my waist and look at her lazily. "Really? The first thing you say to me is 'motherfucker'? Do you have a death wish?"

"Ugh come on! It's almost night time you little shit. We gotta camp!" She grabs my hand and drags me downstairs. I see Nancy baking brownies and I immediately smile, inhaling the sweet yet bitter smell of the brown goodness.

"Nance. ." Nancy turns her head around and gently smiles at us. She's a really loveable person. She's been my Nanny since I was 6 years old. Her motherly smile always makes me wonder how she would be like if she had her own child.

"We're so sorry we can't cook." I smile sheepishly as Stacey drags me to our backyard.

"Hey slow down, bitch." I see the backyard all done and prepared. As expected of Stacey, she's a pro at designing and decorating things. Something I'm not good at, honestly.

"Damn girl, this is amazing."

"I know right? This would be an amazing night, trust me!"

Stacey has always been the happier and the jollier one between us. She's really popular in our town not just because she's really sociable but also due to the fact that she's Alpha Leblanc's only daughter. Why she chose to stick with me, I have no idea.

"Come sit, sit." Stacey repeatedly taps the space beside her. I didn't even notice that Stacey's already sitting in front of the fire pit she created for I was busy staring at the fairy lights that she creatively hung on our trees.

"Okay. . Are the brownies still gonna take long?" I ask as I huff and sit down, crossing my legs.

"I think so. But anyways, let's eat later. I have shit to tell you!" She grabs her iPad and furiously taps its screen.

A harsh breeze lashes throughout the cold night and I instantly regret not bringing a jacket or my blanket with me.

"Hey Stace, is it gonna rain today? It's abnormally cold." I sigh as I hug myself, desperate for some warmth.

"Nah. This is Canada if you're forgetting." She replies, not eve looking up from the screen.

"I know but . . Do you have a jacket with you?"

The breeze picks up again and I shiver. Something's not right. I look around with wary eyes hoping to find some animal or the sort to come jumping out of the bushes.

"Nope." She replies, popping the 'p'. "Oh. Here it is! I had a hard time finding it."

She flips the iPad and shows a photo of her grandmother. "Remember granny?"

I glare at her for a few seconds and sigh. "Of course, Stacey. You don't have to show her photo to me. I know how she looks like." I roll my eyes and shift in my place.

"Good to know because she told me something interesting."

"Uh huh. And what could that be?"

"You know how werewolves weren't really just werewolves right?"

I stare at her blankly. "What the hell do you mean?"

"What I mean is there were creatures more superior than us before, right?"

"Uh. . Right." I don't know where she's going with this.

"There was a legend about the king of lycans. It was said that up until now, he is sleeping, waiting for the appearance of his mate."

"King of Lycans? Bullshit."

"You don't believe me, do you Julia? I tell you it's true! He is real! My grandmother who is three fucking hundred years old told me so!" She grabs her iPad again and opens the picture of grandma.

"Stace, it's not that I don't believe you. It's just that we wouldn't know if he's real or not until we see him with our own eyes. Plus, why the hell is he sleeping? He should've sought his mate instead of lying on a bed."

"It's called hibernating, Jules."

"Werewolves hibernate? I didn't know our kind hibernates."

"He is not just a werewolf, Jules. He is a lycan. The last male lycan that is to exist."

And as if on cue, a loud howl, a howl so powerful, it can make even the trees bend, echoes throughout the whole forest.

I stand up on alert and sniff the air.

"It's not a packmate's howl. Someone else is here, Stace."

The back door of our house opens and my mom comes out with a worried face.

"Did you hear that? Get inside now, ladies. I've already mindlinked your father about this, Stacey."

My mom ushers both of us inside. I peek a glance behind me and there I saw it. A pair of glowing silver eyes.