The disappearing tattoo from his hand disheartened Owen. He licked his lips as he inhaled deeply before opening his mouth and blowing out a long sigh. With his gloomy eyes gaping at his empty backhand with no tattoo in it, Owen said, worried, "For one moment, I thought the abilities of Lycans are strong enough to beat the murder attempts of this Forest but I was wrong!" Making his eyes quit gaping at the tattoo as it wasn't going to come back, Owen glanced at the path ahead. Gripping the reins time and again, he drove the cart with a crestfallen face that bloomed disappointment and not to forget a bit of frustration too. The tattoo vanishing all of a sudden wasn't a good sign. The right backhand of every Lycan whether it was Lycan Rogue or a sane Lycan always had this tattoo on it. Usually, it would look just like an ordinary tattoo but when the Lycan Power is exercised to protect oneself or others, or to attack someone, in such cases, the Lycan Powers inside the Lycan's body gets a
"I am telling you, you shouldn't have done this, Lucas!" Owen said this for the zillionth time. His voice was a deep one that was a mix of disappointment and fury. Though Lucas was more powerful and high in rank if he was given any, Owen still would call him by his name. Yes, Lucas was unique. He wasn't awarded any position as such. All Lucas had with him was the position of being the son of the former Lycan King. After his father, instead of passing the throne to Lucas, the Lycans voted for Lucas' uncle to acquire the throne and rule them. It was because of the dark past that Lucas had, he was never made the King of the Red River Clan despite being the most deserving. Everyone would shun Lucas except for Owen because Owen knew Lucas from in and out after all he had been friends with him since childhood. Both Owen and Lucas were somewhat of the same age group and they had been together since childhood, playing with each other and growing up together. Thus, the bond between the two g
Owen, who was riding the horse cart while searching for Lucas, clenched his jaw hard and said sharply, "Tonight was a party night too! You were enacting the same scene that you would always play! But how did I miss out on one thing that was very different, one thing that you never enacted in the scene?"Owen's mind played back to what happened a few hours back in the Moon Shine Territory which was acquired by the Red River Clan under the leadership of the cold and ruthless leader, Lycan Lucas which is now labeled from Moon Shine Pack to Moon Shine Clan. A FEW HOURS BACK11:00 PM, Woods Area Situated Outside The Red River Clan also known as The Moon Shine Clan House, Moon Shine Clan. The vast patch of woods that had greenery situated in its bosom was filled with a good number of Lycans in it. The atmosphere around had a fresh scent which was a mix of different kinds of trees in the woods. The woods of the Moon Shine Clan had different varieties of trees. There were shrubs bearing bea
Owen passed a startling gaze at the window wherein he saw the red eyes in the darkness but what Owen could see through his blue eyes was a pang of darkness. The red eyes were no longer visible. His jaw dropped on not spotting Lucas. Owen inhaled deeply and said in his mind, startled, "Where did he disappear?" The loud cheers and hooting of the Lycans, especially female Lycans pierced his ears drawing his attention from the window of the Lycan Lucas' room to the Lycan Guests sitting on the chairs as an audience. Owen faked a wide smile while he glared at those Lycan Guests and snarled in her mind, "Have they gone f*cking mad or what? What's wrong with them? Stop screaming you b*stards!!" Owen couldn't take it. His eyes were not ready to take in their happy faces. For Owen those happy faces were the ugliest faces of the world. Owen was so filled with frustration toward them and himself for stupidly obeying Lucas' order of giving this fake speech and taking the claim of all the acquisit
"Finally, they are gone!" Owen thought as he passed a curt glance at the reporters who were flocking on him as if he was some bait. Owen's left hand balled into a fist and with a strong determination he took a step ahead and said in his mind, "I don't see any point staying in this party! I am going to Lucas right away!" Hardly had he taken a step or two that he was stopped by a male security staff. In his courteous voice, the male security staff member said, "Oh Great Lycan Knight, your seat is over there!" He outstretched his arm to the first row of chairs. Owen spotted which chair was reserved for him. He scoffed in his mind, "Arghh! Lucas should sit there, not me!" His gaze was a hot one over the throne that was situated in the center of the first row. Turning his head back toward the security staff member, he said sharply, "Look, I am going back to the Clan House!" Hardly did he leave the sentence complete that the security staff and Owen noticed something. From the corner of
"I know you are going to Lucas! But you can't, Owen!" A feminine voice sounding stringent was aimed at Owen who was leaving the woods to go back to the Clan House. What stopped him from going out was not just a female voice but also the hand of the Lady Lycan grabbing his wrist preventing him from coming to a standstill at the entrance. The young Lady Lycan continued, her voice compelling, "Owen, come back! There's no need to meet Lucas! You shouldn't leave the party midway!" Owen's eyes glinted a shade of deep blue. The nerves of his temples throbbed as behind the tightly sealed lips, he was tightly clenching the teeth. Anger was surging in. Without having a sight of the Lady Lycan, he knew who she was. The feminine voice was a familiar one that Owen used to hear on a daily basis.Hearing the Lady Lycan preventing him from going further infuriated Owen and he released his tightly shut lips. Through his clenched teeth, Owen gnawed, "You cannot tell me what I should do and what I sh
Casey's words were still ringing in Owen's ears. His anger was surging up constantly on the very thought that his mate was also just like the other Lycans out there who mistreated Lucas. Owen had been with Lucas since childhood and with the passing years, their bond had got stronger. It was so strong that Owen could not bear a word against Lucas. Owen's face was puffed up in anger and he muttered under his breath, "How could she??" With those angry words not ready to leave his mouth or tongue, his lips kept on quivering as he stomped inside the Clan House!The atmosphere inside the Clan House was a silent one since most of the Red River Clan Members were outside in the woods, enjoying the party to the fullest. The Clan House was as silent as a mouse that even the Lycan Knight's flat shoes will make a sound that will echo inside the spacious Clan House. CLANK!His feet encased in black shoes made a loud clicking sound against the tile surface as he stomped one step below and came to
Owen sucked in a long breath as his wide eyes absorbed what lay to his front. "Huh, where is Lucas?!" said Owen, his hand still clutching the backrest of the royal chair while his eyes were on the empty chair that had no occupant. The only thing on the seat of the chair was Lucas' long black jacket. From where Owen stood previously, the long jacket hanging down from the chair's seat made it look like Lucas was sitting but that wasn't the case. Owen's eyes narrowed down, once they had absorbed that Lucas wasn't anywhere. Clicking his tongue and exhaling a sharp breath, Owen saw the chair for the last time before turning his head to his right.Releasing his hand clutching the chair, he outstretched it and pointed his finger to the window."He was standing right there and watching over the celebration!" Owen said brusquely as his mind reminded him of how he had seen a pair of red eyes in the window of Lucas' study room that was pitch black while he was giving a speech that had his hea