I Am The Lycan’s Luna

••• Kyson’s POV •••

If a doctor couldn’t help, then there was only one thing to do… One person who could help.

“Fetch Witch Lily,” I ordered the nurse.

“I’m here, Alpha,” I heard a voice from behind me.

I turned around and saw Witch Lily already standing in the doorway.

“Fix her.” I pointed to the cheekbone that Dr. Gwen couldn’t fix.

Witch Lily walked to the bed and began chanting. Soon, a yellow light appeared from her hand and around the injured cheek of the still unconscious she-wolf.

When the glow diminished and was finally gone, Witch Lily turned to me and said with a smile, “It’s healed, Alpha.”

I looked at the girl on the bed and saw her bruised, swollen cheek had returned back to normal, and I nodded to Witch Lily in gratitude.

I dragged a chair and placed it next to the bed to sit on. Once I sat, I looked at her face. Not only had Witch Lily healed her broken cheekbone, but she also healed all the cuts and bruises on her face.

She wasn’t as young as I thought, not a little girl for sure. She was no longer pale, her rosy complexion had slowly returned to normal, and her plump, pale, chapped lips were now pink in color.

Reaching out my hand, I began caressing every inch of her face as if imprinting it in my mind.

“Who are you?” I muttered softly.

Why did I feel a sense of familiarity with her? Why did she make me feel a pull toward her that made me want to stay by her side and unwilling to leave her alone?

“Could she be our mate?” Night suddenly asked, breaking me out of my reverie.

“Do you feel any mate-bond with her?” I asked him. To be honest, I didn’t experience any of those feelings that a mate-bond should give – no tingles when I touched her and no particular scent coming from her, just a regular rogue she-wolf scent.

“Then why the attraction?” Night pondered the same thing I’d been pondering for a while.

“Do you feel anything?” I asked him, wanting to know if it was only on my part. If it was, then maybe it was just a human attraction. But I wasn’t lusting after her too.

“Yes, I’m feeling the need to be closed and protect her,” Night replied. So, it was more than human attraction.

“Are you able to contact her wolf yet?” I asked.

“Not yet. This feels strange. Could it be that she has no wolf?” Night asked.

“Part werewolf, part human?” we asked each other simultaneously as a realization hit us.

No wolf… No ability to heal… That should be the only suitable explanation, shouldn’t it?

I turned to Witch Lily, who was still standing there looking at the girl intently.

“Is she half-human?” I asked her. I wanted to know everything about her and why she affected us this way.

“No. She’s something else,” she shook her head.

“Something else?” I asked, wanting to know more, but Witch Lily didn’t answer us, and we both knew it would be futile to press her for an answer.

“Who is she?” I instead asked her another question.

“Do you remember when I told you about the prophecy, Alpha?” she asked without looking at me.

“The lavender girl?” I asked her, and she nodded in response, her eyes still fixed on the girl.

“She’s the she-wolf?” I asked in surprise. Even Night was surprised, too. But it made sense, seeing how we found her in a torn lavender dress.

But she was so… small. She looked like a little girl. If I hadn’t seen her womanly curve or face, I wouldn’t have believed that she was maybe around 17-18 years old. And she looked so… weak. How could she be the girl in the prophecy?

“I’ll get going first, Alpha,” Witch Lily said as she started to turn to leave.

“Wait! Is she our mate?” I asked her. Maybe we couldn’t feel the mate bond because she had no wolf?

Witch Lily stopped in her tracks and looked at me. “What do you think, Alpha?” And then she left with that ambiguous answer and smile.

I let out a long breath. It seemed like we wouldn’t get much information out of Witch Lily. She always came whenever she wanted or needed, and gone just like that too. All of us were used to it. Us werewolves and Lycanthropes had no control whatsoever over witches. She was always her own woman. But she had been helping our pack since way back before I was born.

There used to be a lot of witches, but now there were only two left in this world – one was Witch Lily in our pack, and the other was Witch Rose, the Luna of the Black Heart Pack. It wasn’t strange that the two witches were in the same country because they were needed here.

Shaking all thoughts of Witch Lily away, I turned my attention back to the girl on the bed, who was now sleeping soundly. Reaching out my hand, my thumb began caressing her rosy cheek.

“Are you really the girl?” I asked softly.

My mind went back to the time I had just turned eighteen. After I was crowned as Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack in secret, Witch Lily came to me and told me about a prophecy – that there would be a lavender she-wolf who would either be helping me with the Lycan’s race or helping them lead the Lycan’s race to extinction once and for all. Since I was the only Lycan left, then that meant she would either make or break me.

Yes… I am Kyson Night, an Alpha Lycanthrope – the last in existence, all thanks to that fucking killer, Andre.

Many years ago, there was a war between werewolves and Lycanthropes because of Andre’s selfishness, and they drove my race into extinction. I was saved because my parents asked Witch Lily to mask my Lycan’s scent into that of a werewolf, and my parents asked their friend, the Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack, to treat me as his own. And since then, only a few knew of my identity.

Since I didn’t want anyone to know of my real identity – at least not yet. I appointed my Beta, Liam, as my stand-in. I was now known as the Beta of the Crimson Blood Pack to many and the Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack to a few.

I let out a long sigh and gazed at the girl again. Where did she come from? I knew all rogues were now under Colton, so what happened to her? How did she end up in that forest?

Standing up and moving away from her, I picked up my phone and dialed Colton’s number.

“Hi, Buddy,” Colton’s cheery voice sounded from the other end of the line.

“Colton,” I smiled at his cheerfulness. “Did you send any scouts to the Black Heart Pack today?” I asked without waiting for further ado.

“No, why?” he asked.

“I found a rogue she-wolf near the border. I thought she was one of yours,” I explained.

“You found a rogue? Where is she now? Is she injured?” he turned serious. He always became serious if it was about rogues. He was their Alpha, after all.

“She’s here with me. I brought her to the pack’s hospital,” I informed him.

“She’s with you…” he said slowly as if it was difficult for him to digest my words, and then gasped exaggeratedly. “You found a rogue she-wolf and brought her home instead of bringing her to me? Don’t tell me she’s your mate!”

I stayed silent as I didn’t know how to explain it to him.

“Oh, my Goddess. We will soon have a Lycan’s Luna,” he said excitedly.

“It’s not that simple, Colton,” I sighed.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

And so, I told him she was the lavender girl in the prophecy. Colton was one of the few who knew the truth about everything. Witch Lily had shown him what truly happened between werewolves and Lycanthropes back then. That was why he was willing to help me in my plan to kill Andre.

“She’s the one?” he asked.

“That’s what Witch Lily said,” I told him.

“What are you gonna do now?” He exhaled after hearing about her.

“I’m not sure yet,” I shrugged.

“You should bring her back here to me,” he said, and that possessive growl sounded from my chest again.

He laughed, hearing my growl. “Okay, okay. Just keep her with you for now. Are you sure she’s not your mate?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll wait until she wakes up.” I’d decided to do just that.

“Alright then. Just keep her safe for me,” he said cheerily, which irked me.

“She’s not yours,” I growled.

“She’s mine as long as she’s a rogue,” he said, still in that cheery tone that I usually found pleasant but now made me want to tear all his limbs away.

“I’ll take her in,” I growled again. I didn’t want her to be far away from me.

Colton laughed when he heard my words. “Suit yourself, Kyson,” and he hung up the phone.

“Will you really make her a member of the pack?” Night asked me excitedly.

“Don’t you want to?” I replied with a question.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have asked,” he snorted and rolled his eyes as though I was a child who didn’t understand a simple sentence, and I scoffed at him.

Returning my attention back to the girl again – I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her, I traced the side of her face with my index finger.

“Will you be my salvation… Or will you be my damnation?” I asked the sleeping girl while thinking of the prophecy again.