Chapter Fifty-two

The Lycan with no origin

~Orion~

"Alpha, I am here to inform you to begin preparation. We are getting everything ready in the next three days." Elder Winston and I were having a walk. On a good day, I would have enjoyed this walk because it was weather was favourable for a nice stroll. It was windy, the clouds sat in the sky like white foams moving slowly as they shielded the sun's rays momentarily. With the present turmoil in my life, I can't enjoy things like this anymore. A chilly night with the stars adorning the sky. The nice scents from the garden. And more.

"Very well, Elder Winston. That's fine. I'll be ready by then."

I had to pretend to be fine. As Elder Winston passed the information. I was thinking of what my mother had told me. Do I consider abdication or do I take the risk of going to the red plum tree? She said I would die if I tried to go as I was not a Lycan descendant of the Bloodmoon pack.

All my life was a lie. She lied to me. I am a man with no origin. For years,