The Lycan Prince's Erasthai

The Lycan Prince's Erasthai

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My father was missing! The smell of blood and death was in the air as angry howls tore through the silence of the forest. The forest was bathed in a red glow, it was as if even the nature knew of the evil murders that it is witnessing. While sniffing the air, I caught a unique scent. It filled my nostrils... clouded my mind. It was intoxicating... 'Mate'- my wolf growled, taking control of my body. The trees blurred past as we sprinted after the scent. It grew stronger with every passing second, entering my body and making my mind spin. We skidded to the halt at the edge of a clearing. There in the middle he stood, towering over his prey. His eyes bright golden, shining with ruthlessness, fastened on the whimpering wolf under his paws. He hadn't yet noticed me. We retreated back into the safety of the trees, watching him... With a ferocious growl, he delivered the final blow. The sound of a sickening crunch echoed through the clearing as he snapped my dad's neck. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Every time I tried to stop, something clenched in my stomach, instinctual and feral. It compelled me to move. Sometimes it felt like it was pulling me in the opposite direction, back the way I came. That feeling I ignored - nothing short of demonic possession could convince me to go anywhere near that forest ever again. It wouldn't be nearly long enough that I would realize I hadn't imagined that pull. That some invisible force was compelling me towards that man. To Nate. When I did realize, I made sure I used it to keep running in the opposite direction of wherever it told me to go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Picture this: you're a 17 year old werewolf. Your Alpha, under false counsel, believes your entire family instigated a failed coup so he kills your parents, and you're next. Your options are basically die now, or turn rogue and die anyways. What do you choose - swift and painless, or drawn out and lonely? If you answered, "Neither," then you'd be correct. I didn't anticipate, though, that one bad theft in the beginning was going to send a ripple that would come back to haunt me in unimaginable ways.

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