#3 in Lycans!! "Charles Alexander Cardona, tried for treason and the attempted assassination of Lord William Huckabee, we the lycans of your kingdom ask you King Adrian Maxwell for your judgement." The moment his presence entered the throne room I knew it was him over 2,000 years alive, and I'm finally graced with the presence of my mate, my soul, my everything. He is hunched over and held down by two guards, even then I can make out his muscular build and sculpted back. He doesn't recognize our bond since he is so young (about 250 years at most). I raise my hand to the height of my shoulder and place it on the armrest palm up to the throne that, my husband, The King of Lycans resides seeking his permission to voice my opinion and to save my mates life. He gently brushes his fingers over my palm to grant permission. I lean towards his ear, and give him my suggestion for punishment. The only way to keep him safe and under my watch. The king looks to me with a flicker of shock that quickly disappears before others can recognize it. With his booming voice he speaks, "I, King Adrian Maxwell, hereby sentence you, Charles Alexander Cardona to a lifetime of servitude to Queen Raina Louisa Maxwell." At least I believed it would keep him safe.

After an Alpha has given up looking for their mate, and they need a Luna to help run the pack, they will organise an event known as The Whipping. Female volunteers from packs around the country will put themselves forward if they wish to be in the chance of becoming a Luna. These she-wolves would be whipped in front of all the packs, again and again until their backs were red raw and blood covered. The last female remaining would be given the title of Luna as the Alpha would only want the strongest wolf to help run his pack. Most wolves gave up and quit as they couldn't take the pain, but some head-strong females would go until they were no longer breathing. It was an ugly tradition, from years ago. I had never heard of one happening in this day and age...until that day... Until I met him... On the day of The Whipping...

After becoming truly omnipotent he lost what was supposed to be his everything. His chosen. His beloved. Call it what you will, he lost a part of his soul. The only person who would tame the cruel beast that he was. Centuries have passed and the gods have shown him favour. He finds her. Or rather, she finds him but what will it take to keep her? *** It all changed when I met him. But it hadn't really changed. The world was still the same : the same trees: the same people. But now I saw the wolves that hid behind the trees, waiting to attack and the fangs the people hid behind their smiles. I saw them all. The witches that enchanted you in the night. The vampires that sucked you dry. The wolves that cut and tore at those who wandered in the woods. All the merciless creatures. And he was one of the them. He led them. He led his world and I even though I did not know it yet, I would too.If I survived it.

A whimper slipped past my lips as he backed me to the wall, with every step he took further, my heart pounded against my chest. When the distance between us disappeared, he leaned down and whispered. "You have been such a naughty girl for so long and it's time for your punishment," My lips trembled as I spoke, "Is this a game?" ━━━━ Surviving as a lone wolf was difficult, especially when you have so many enemies chasing behind you. Myra left her pack at a very young age and found shelter in a small city. It wasn't long enough till the wolves found her and captured her. She was thrown at the feet of the Alpha Bane and was forced into submission.