A Luna for the Lycan King

A Luna for the Lycan King

Darrennoveldrama

I shifted into my beast as I hunted for my mate. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I knew I was being pulled to her. I'm not sure why, but I had grabbed Ally's watch before I left. She usually always had it on her. I guess I felt that this would help me find her. It was strange that I could feel the watch even in my beast form. I felt it pulse heat inside of me as if it were alive, burning me, tethering me... hopefully to her.

I powered through the forest with a recklessness bordering on feral, eyes fixed forward, nose twitching, ears pricked for any sign of Allissa or her captors. My human thoughts dissolved into my beast's instincts, into paws hitting earth, earth kicking up behind me, dirt and leaves and clouds of dust. Into love and rage and gnawing, chewing need. Into finding her. Into taking her back.

Had they taken her into another territory? Were they forcing her through the plains, dragging her through mud and swamp? An image of her-wild hair, arms pulled, struggling against them-sent a frustrated, primal snarl from my mouth. I pushed

harder, let the sting of my breath, the sting of my failure, drive me to breakneck speed. What if I didn't find her in time? What if something happened to her? My claws raked the dirt. I shook my head violently, ripping the thoughts from my mind like they were

enemy throats. No. No! I will find her!

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I left the world and its doubts behind, let my mind narrow, let my instincts guide me. Thoughts of losing her taunted my human side, but my animal rage was stronger. No escape, no fucking chance. She was mine. My paws drummed faster, harder. A rhythm like war and breath and Allissa's heartbeat. I would take her back. No matter who took her!

AR

I wrenched my jaw open and screamed a furious, bone-shattering howl. Pushed my beast to the edge. Pushed it past the edge. My chest burned, my heart ached, and the curse swelled inside me, filled me with its dark and punishing need. She was gone, and nothing would ever be right until I found her, until I had her back. She was gone, but she was mine, and she wouldn't be gone for

long.

Only instinct remained, only drive, only a violent lust to have her in my arms again, to never let her leave, to never be this empty again. It burned. I burned. Everything was heat and desperation and rage. It was what I had always feared most: the madness of her absence, the madness of losing her. But it was more than I ever feared, more than madness, more than obsèssion. The watch screamed like my soul, a thing alive, and not a thing at all. But it was this presence from the watch that kept me from falling into complete darkness. As if it was pulling me back from the brink of madness.

The forest was a blur of perfume and color as I tore through it.

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** Lucky Draw

Sweet smells of flowers and bark. Birds chirping in mad harmony above me, oblivious to my despair, indifferent to my empty, Allissa-shaped hole in my chest. They filled the treetops with songs of love, carefree, relentless, and shrill. My feet thundered in the underbrush as I felt the strange power of the environment around me. This was the Elven Kingdom. Was this whole forest alive? Was it watching me with curious and mischievous eyes?

It was a color-soaked labyrinth of joy and life, and everything I couldn't feel until I held her again. It called to me like she did, like some lush and evil thing determined to have me in its grasp, to keep me here forever. I would not give in. I would not stop. Only Allissa could hold me, could trap me in this kind of love and madness. Not the flowers. Not this place. I would not give in.

The colors blurred with my speed. Everything was purple, gold, blue, a rush of all I wanted and didn't have. Everything was Allissa, and everything was absence, I pushed myself, legs straining, chest ready to burst with the heat of her, the heat of the watch... a burn that I just realized was intensifying.

The waterfall took me by surprise. It leaped out from nowhere, a thing of clear and seductive beauty, its pure water casting diamonds in the air as it revealed every last colorful stone beneath its surface. The heat flared, and I wondered if the watch had a mind of its own, if it wanted me to stop here, to linger in this place, to take root and surrender. I stopped but for a moment. Only for a moment. I didn't sense Ally and whatever the watch wanted here.

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I couldn't investigate.

With a furious bark, I abandoned the jeweled temptation of the waterfall. Threw myself back into the forest with more speed, more need, more madness than before. The watch's presence was stronger than ever. I took a mental note of this place as I sprinted away. I continued to follow the invisible rope that would lead me to Ally.

I pushed past the limits of speed, sanity, endurance. I was nothing but motion, my own madness feeding me as much as the birds, the flowers, the earthy breath of the elven soil. The whole fucking universe was in this forest, alive and inescapable, pulling me to my mate. I let it pull. Let it take me, drown me, use me as it would, just like Allissa. I breathed it all in, tasted the blood and flowers in the air. I gave in, my body too alive to be living, too alive to be real. It didn't matter. Only she mattered. Only finding her. Only taking her back. I left the world and its sanity behind and let the fire in me

rage.

I burned.

And burned.

The world shifted as if I was switching dimensions. Or maybe just territories? I was running too fast to fully take it in. The landscape dissolved into wasteland. Fog choked it, thick and gray, tendrils of it snaking through the once-vibrant green. My paws hit barren

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earth as I staggered into a colorless dream, breath burning from my mouth, and it felt like I was in the Lycan Kingdom, but that was impossible. Fumes and mist rose from hidden cracks in the ground.

I slowed my pace, straining to hear and smell. My nostrils filled with sulfur and doubt, and the absence of color cut me as deeply as the absence of my mate. Glowing eyes appeared in the gloom. Bared teeth. A warning growl rose from my chest as they closed in on me, surrounding me like the fucking gods themselves had sent them to steal my mate and drive me mad.

I drew another sharp breath, took in more fumes. What was this place? I'd never heard of a place like this before. But to be fair, I didn't travel into neighboring kingdoms. The cloud of mist closed tighter and my vision went white. I found myself struggling for each searing breath, as if I was thrown into a volcano. The very air was against me. I breathed it in, its sulfurous attack on my senses making it hard to think, hard to breathe, hard to live. Fog. Fumes. I shook my head, searching through the hidden eyes I knew were

there.

How far had I come? How deep was this fog land? How far did I have to go before

I was out? My senses were numb and I was completely disoriented. The fog twisted around my body. The steam hissed at my feet, the gray and barren earth sucking me into its core. But my tether to Ally was still there. I clung to it and took a step in the pulling direction.

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Lucky Drow

My pace was too cautious for someone so desperate, someone on a fucking death march, someone risking everything. But the land felt like it was swallowing me whole, like it was already too late. I was blindly walking and I had no idea what my surroundings were like. I didn't know where those eyes would jump at me from. The gray of the fog was as brutal and punishing as being without her. It stripped me bare, left me raw and used, my animal form beaten of its senses. It was like a trap and I was caught in it.

Then a feral and angry sound cut through the fog. I caught it again, muffled but clear. My ears flattened. My mouth pulled back. I wasn't alone. My pace slowed further. Movement flickered

in the haze. Subtle, at first. Then a blur. A shape. I saw them. The eyes reappeared. A dozen, at least. More than a dozen. A bone-rattling growl filled the air, but it wasn't from me.

They were fucking lycans who dared to growl at me?!? They stalked forward, feral and menacing, their hackles raised, teeth glistening and eager. They came at me, hostile, making no pretense of welcome or fear. I braced for combat, eyes locked on them, breath coming in clouds of rage. More of them emerged from the mist, surrounding me. Who the hell were they? What if they had Ally? That thought ignited the rage inside of me.

I released my own warning growl. It rose from deep in my chest, an explosion of anger and pure refusal. I bared my fangs. Readied myself. Fuck this territory. Fuck these lycans. Fuck the entire

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universe if it meant getting her back.

Lucky Drov

The lycans paused in front of me, and I was certain they were planning their

attack. I tensed, ready to strike, ready to kill or be killed, ready to fight the gods

themselves if I had to, if that was

what it took to get to her.

I would take them all on.

I would take them all down.

I would do whatever I had to in order to get her back.