Lachlan has protected his kingdom of Lycans for hundreds of years. When his intended mate is murdered by Hunters, he must now choose a new mate amongst the warrior females to become his Queen. But what he didn't expect was to be drawn to the dainty...
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Concealed deep within the immense woodlands, a snow white owl whooed as it perched atop a tall oak tree. Then, it suddenly jerked its head to the left. The pupils narrowed in its icy blue eyes while it waited intensely upon hearing the footfalls of a wild animal pounded through the forest.
Two Beasts, one with ash gray fur and the other with solid black fur, dashed pass the owl's oak tree. The owl screeched and released its broad wings to soar away into the night. Disappearing from sight. The monstrous Beasts snorted at the owls retreating figure and huffed out warm bursts of air through their dripping snouts.
Their intimidating seven-foot tall forms were shrouded with tenebrous and mucky fur. Mysterious and menacing eyes glowed intensely from the moon's reflection as they buzzed passed their forest surroundings. They reached a small meadow and halted within the depths of the shadows, waiting for the others to arrive. Their King had requested for their classified meeting on the outskirts of the Warrior's land land only three days prior. An update on his missing intended mate was to be expected.
Just then, the air around the meadow shifted and Master Geirolf, the Master Warrior, stepped forward, shifting into his naked human form.
"Mo Rìgh (my king)," Master Geirolf stated in their native language before kneeling.
His accomplice, Aldric, followed suit, transforming back to his human form and kneeling with his head down. A low growl of approval echoed through the clearing, coming from the King. The two men kept their heads down as a sign of respect. There was a quick gurgling noise and the soft crack of bones readjusting. Then the Kings deep voice spoke out.
"Rise, Geirolf and Aldric," King Lachlan commanded.
The men stood.
"My King, we bring saddened news," Geirolf started, "the intended Queen, Vanya, is deceased."
The King was silent.
Vanya was supposed to be his Queen- his future mate. He had only encountered her once, when they met last fall at his winter ball. She was from the Southern Lands as her father was that of a rich noble man- a retired royal warrior. Their mating would have been the perfect match.
A royal for a royal.
The King was ancient, the very first Lycan to ever exist. But not once had he settled for a female to reproduce. He spent his life protecting his kingdom, pleasing his people as he kept them safe. Yet, his people worried for their King for he had no offspring and the war with the Hunter's was growing exceptionally fast.
Even though he was not fascinated with that female Vanya or thought she was extraordinarily pretty, he had only agreed to their pairing just to please his people. Like the King he was created to be.
