Lycan Blood/Editing (#2 book to the Lycan series!)

Chapter 7

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                           Lucious

Through the night while everyone sleeps, I'm left up with my thoughts. The same as last night, I'm unable to sleep. The only thing on my mind is killing them all. This blood lust has settled deep within me, like an anchor deep within the sea that can't be moved. The only thing that's stopping me from going there now is my uncle telling me we need to think this through.

He's right, I need to think this through the way my father did and not let this anger drive me to act without thinking. But going there and killing them all is the only thing a can think about. I'm not afraid of them. My mate's brother is strong, but I know I can end him. Their father is the threat I need to carefully think through. I've felt the power he holds and he's more than me.

I stand in the dark living room, glaring out the window into the rainy night. The thunder roar out its anger, lighting the dark sky with lightning bolts. Rainy nights like this usually bring this feeling of calmness and peace to me, but this rainy night brings no peace with it.

There's no calmness within me.

This anger roars inside of me just like the thunder of the night's storm. I continue to push this boiling rage down that harbors inside of me every time it threatens to boil over. Just the thought of them threatens to send me over the edge, knowing they're probably at that castle happily carrying on with their lives like some fucking fairy tale, while my family is left broken.

My jaws clench and I take in a slow breath, pushing the anger down as it starts to boil over once again. Their time will come and when it does, they won't be expecting it.

I walk away from the large window, leaving the living room, heading up the stairs to check on my mother once again.

I slowly open the door, walking into the room. The light from the moon case a glow within the room, shining onto the bed where Tilda lay next to mother.

Walking over to the bed, I see that Tilda has fallen asleep now. I look down at mother. She may be asleep now, but she still hasn't moved to even readjust her position. She has been in this same exact position all day.

I look down at the iv in her arm, remembering the healer saying that it will only work for so long. Once again this anger threatens to boil over within me at the thought of losing my mother. I close my eyes and take in a few breaths to keep myself from giving in to this bloodlust and letting the beast within taking control.

Once I've forced the anger back down, I open my eyes again, looking down at mother.

I stand here helplessly, knowing there's nothing I can do to help her. She has always been there for me, but the moment she needs me the most I'm helpless to her.

When Lisa's brother and father were chasing us, after Lisa freed us from that prison, mother told me not to stop no matter what. Lisa's brother and father were closing in on us fast and mother knew she wasn't going to outrun him to the ocean. I thought she could make it. The cliff of the ocean was right there, but he got to her before she could leap off the cliff.

I shouldn't have left her there. I should've protected her. She should've been the one who got away. I should've fought them off, giving her the few extra seconds she needed to get to that cliff.

At the time I thought it was the right decision. I thought I'll get away, then come back with father and get her, but now I regret the decision that I made. She shouldn't have been there. If she wouldn't have been there to see father that way, then she wouldn't be traumatized the way she is right now by his death.