The Lycan King's Alpha

the next room, and a smile tugged at my lips. This was a typical night for us. We'd make dinner, talk about our day, then

he two

room and rested a hand on Dad's shoulder, gently nudging him. He jerked awake as I knelt by

further in that b

p, placing the bookmark in its spot

d, plucking it out of his hand while I stood.

entually," Dad laugh

tonight. Go ge

ted his hands on my arms, giving me a

to bed, too

th a nod. His eye

il

I will be in my room. I've got

ping his hands. "Just

" I said with

ng to my room. It was a small house. Just a little two bedroom with one bathroom. The ba

smiled and shook my head. I grabbed the black hooded sweatshirt hanging on the footboard of the twin bed I still

ories, he forbade me from patrolling anymore. Or at least he tried to. It's hard to do when I'm an adult and the only one tha

ne. But sometimes, the younger warriors would get a hair

e border of Whearhal, the lycan kingdom. Another downside of living the life of a rogue wolf. Rogues often spent their time moving from one location to another, mos

ad already gone from that point. Finally, a quarter mile after the last marker, I stopped and slipped behind a tree. I pulled out my knife and the red powder I kept with me. I carved

t let go for long. The marker was only a mile from the lycan lands at this part of the bor

ad never not seen a guard. Don't get me wrong. They were hard to spot most of the time. They were well-trained and diligent. But they sti

e to be no g

n. I was trying to find the best way in and out of Whearhal. If I could find the border patrol's weak points, I co

mountains. But for being as close to the werewolf territories as it was, I seemed to never see any sign of them in the

hould have found

he base of the massive structure. The modernity of the town seemed strange against the classic fairy-tale castle backdrop. That was my goal. To one day find my way into the town. The western lands were no

rt being seen in the town a little. Become familiar. Work my way into a job that would get me into the castle. Looking at the sight bef

stood and started making my way back home. I was almost giddy with what I had discovered. But I knew that I needed to stak

ng to make out a scent. I caught nothing for a few moments, and just when I was about to move again, I caught a peculiar scent. It was faint

teady pace, but I didn't want to run full-on, afraid it would draw attention to me. It was a long trip. I would feel as if I was alone for a

ew places. I didn't want to lead anyone back to my spot if there was someone still trailing m

as a m

othes. As soon as I tugged my t-shirt down, I caught t

around quickly to see a male standing in the moonlight only fee

at