Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
This side of the town was run—down, and the lawns were overgrown. litter filled and clogged the gutters and leaves coated the ground as we walked. Most of the houses had been destroyed by a storm that blew through the town a few months ago, leaving most homes abandoned.
There was only one way in and out of this town as it only had only road leading in. The forest surrounding it is vast and dense and kept us secluded from any human towns, packs tended to stick to themselves and after years of hiding they eventually forgot about the werewolves and we became folklore or myth. Yet all myths and legends started somewhere and that was usually with a version of truth.
The passenger door opens and two men hop out. They are dressed well, in clean crisp clothes, not a hair out of place, and looked picture-ready. Neither looked like what I would expect so-called royalty to look like. Mrs. Daley rushes out in a hurry. She looked like a mutton dressed up as a lamb.
The old hag had changed into a super tight pencil skirt and blouse, having popped the first two buttons open as if either of these men would be interested in her wrinkling old floppy t**s. They would look like a golf ball in a sock, I had seen her n**d once and I can tell you she had old floppy t**s and sported a 70’s afro that would need a hedge trimmer.
Scarred my eyeballs and Ivy and I snickered about rt.r weeks afterward I try not to laugh and let Ivy tug me along to meet Alpha Brock
Mrs. Daley looks over at the two men as they approach the small brick fence surrounding the place. “You must be,” she stops, trying to figure out who they are. “I thought the Lycan King was coming today,” Mrs. Daley asks, looking slightly puzzled. I nod toward them, and Ivy shrugs, looking them over.
“He couldn’t make it, so he sent us instead,” says the man who hopped out of the driver’s seat. He was tall, dressed in a suit, and had blonde hair that framed his face. Another man got out of the car behind him; he had darker features, his lips set in what looked like a permanent scowl, his jaw clenched tight, and hands fisted at his sides. He stood at the back of his car, lit a smoke, and I watched as he dragged back on it, nearly stumbling over my own feet as Ivy pulled me along. For some reason, I found him intriguing, but I shake my head and push the thoughts away. There was something dark and sinister about that man. His dark eyes scanned me before meeting mine. The endless pools of darkness stared back at me, and he smirked, making me tear my eyes away from him and pay attention to where I was walking.
Lycans differ from werewolves; they remain upright when they shift and are more powerful, faster, and could harm someone in a way werewolves couldn’t. Werewolves aren’t anywhere near their caliber. We are practically dogs compared to them, which is why Lycans rule over all of us. Werewolves, like myself, are considered half-human. I had shifted on my thirteenth birthday, and what a horrific experience that was, especially when Mrs. Daley would come in to scold me when I was too loud. Lycans, however, are purebloods and lethal beasts.
Lycans are also immortal through a different species—go figure. As we stepped out of the gate, a man I hadn’t noticed before stepped into Ivy’s path. This man commanded attention, seemingly effortlessly. His suit did nothing to hide the bulk of muscle pressed tightly beneath it. His silver eyes glowed as he stared at Ivy. I wanted to cower away from him, yet Ivy stared back, almost mesmerized by him. When he tilted his head to the side, watching her, I grabbed Ivy’s arm, knowing Mrs. Daley would scold her extra hard before we left if Ivy embarrassed her and stole the man’s attention.
“We should go,” I whisper. I didn’t want to leave Alpha Brock waiting; he would make our departure particularly heinous. Ivy nodded to me as another car pulls up, yet as we passed, both men were looking at her. We walked out the small gate when the man with silver sparkling eyes gripped Ivy’s arm, tugging her towards him. I gasped as his eyes flickered. Movement out of the corner of my eye made me see the man who was smoking toss his cigarette to the gutter, a curious expression on his face as he watched the man holding Ivy’s arm.
“Rogue,” the man says, and my grip on her hand tightens; the way he looked at her was as if he wanted to devour her. He turns his attention toward Mrs. Daley and lets her arm go before looking at me. I quickly drop my gaze as we both duck our heads in submission. The man growls, and Mrs. Daley bumps me, making my back arch as she moves closer. I didn’t miss the way she sneered at Ivy.
“Yes, sir, they are just on their way. Run along, girls,” Mrs. Daley says, and we both nod. I tug on Ivy’s hand, and we make our way into town. This side of the town was rundown, with overgrown lawns, litter-filled gutters, and leaves coating the ground as we walked. Most of the houses had been destroyed by a storm that blew through the town a few months ago, leaving them abandoned.
There was only one way in and out of this town, as it only had one road leading in. The forest surrounding us is vast and dense, keeping us secluded from any human towns. Packs tended to stick to themselves, and after years of hiding, they eventually forgot about the werewolves, turning us into folklore or myth. Yet all myths and legends started somewhere, usually rooted in truth.
Both Ivy and I looked to the forest longingly. If only we could escape. I sighed; the only freedom we would get was with death, and it would be foolish to run. Though I could see that Ivy wanted desperately to do so. So did I, but a quick death is what I could live with. If we ran, Alpha Brock would tear us apart piece by piece, and personally, I believe we had suffered enough.
“Come on,” I tell Ivy before she gets any ideas. We wouldn’t even make it to the forest edge before they caught us. We walk toward the town square and can hear people in the town getting ready for the Alpha. He rarely came to town and had no need to, with servants at his beck and call. However, his presence was required today.
The Alpha got to decide our fates, and none wishing to leave the pack were once a month herded to the square and put on display. The Alpha decided whether to let you join, cast you out, or kill you. I shuddered at the last option because I knew he would choose it right away. The other option was to be sold, a thought I refused to entertain. I had my heart set on death.
The hustle and bustle echoed loudly as we enter the square as pack members wed about their day like we weren’t about to be su-cked by their Alpha. When a rogue tutus eighteen he gets to .00se our fate. It was cruel, and wasn’t k”Ora our parents enough for him
Though 1 !mew he would never let us go 1vy wasn’t eg.en yet but once Mrs Dal. declared I would be going before .e Alpha she begged and pleaded to have her .se heard at the same time. Mrs. Daley said she would see what she could do but only rf she did all her chores For weeks she busted her as despite me telling her not to She wanted to de wild me See we have a pad, X was probably silly but where one goes the other goes, even in dkfth
Mrs Daley though was all too excited to get rid of us and when the Alpha visited next he Alpha Dean, who is Alpha Bro.’s fathry granted Ivy’s wish
After .ay .ere would be no rogue orphans. Most of the orphans were pack members’ children Mal had been lost in pa. wars Yet despite everything, I .el grateful that I am able to sta. up on the podium wit my best ‘nerd and have someone to dke wild. We proms. to go where the other went
Though I couldn’t imagine a world without Ivy in X, and I suppose she felt the same. She was my sister; we grew up together, and I would lay down my life in a heartbeat for her if I could, but she would never allow that. She would lay beside me; that’s how it has always been and always will be.
People step away from us as we enter, giving us disgusted looks. Rogues had a particular scent to pack wolves, alerting them to intruders, and that’s how those in the town square looked at us—with judging, unwelcoming gazes.
I squeeze Ivy’s fingers tighter as she slows, taking in those around us. People watched as we made our way to the stage and took our seats next to X. The wind was cool and moved my hair in the breeze. Townspeople stared at us, spat at us; one even kicked my foot as he passed us, and I could feel eyes on me, which had me nervously glancing around. I found the culprit. I shrivel in my seat, hoping he doesn’t come over, the butcher. Peeking at me, he waves and blows me a kiss, and I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath, fighting the memories of what he did to me away, the way he violated me. It’s almost over, I remind myself, almost over, and we will be free.
My wolf sense could pick up his pungent scent from here, and I tried not to let it in, tried to stop it from assaulting my nose.
Silence falls over the crowd of busy shoppers and those who came to watch our fates. Everyone rushed to take their seats. Usually, the town square was an open space, but someone had lined rows of chairs for people, some still standing around when I heard car doors in the distance before Alpha Brock walked down the aisle between the chairs.
He looked to be in his thirties and only took over from his father a few years ago. He was cruel, and since he took over, no rogue has lived, so we knew we were doomed. We were outsiders, and apparently, Mal was a good enough reason to have rogues. It was instantly assumed Mal without a pack meant rogues were unsafe or defiant against pack hierarchy.
I shudder now as he approaches; he sneers at us before walking up the steps and addressing the crowd. He wasn’t bad looking, but he was cruel, which made him deeply unappealing. He was arrogant and also friends with the butcher. They were good friends, and I had seen them together chatting, and he always spoke vulgarly as I passed him, only egging the butcher on more when I was younger.
Though nothing would ever ruin me like that day did, the day Mrs. Daley sold me to him.
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