Chapter 48: The Lycan
Chapter Forty-Eight – The Lycan
There should be no hostility between Werewolves and Lycans. After he was done getting the message to Asher, then he’d return to the Damancas fellow.
He followed the strongest scent within the vicinity and sighted a cart pushed out of the kingdom. The Lycan had stopped at the hunters’ base to have more.
He was now in front of the western border, closer to the maid quarters. For strange reasons, Stefan felt agitated. Could the Lycan had stopped at the maid quarters?
He tried to address it calmly yet he found himself kicking the cart down, spilling the living and dead people it had.
"Alpha Stefan! Alpha! Alpha!" the guards cried, on seeing him before them. The Lycan slowly turned to him.
He had thick short black hair, his eyes were the only thing darker than his hair and there was an ugly scar from his left eye to his neck.
"And you are?" he asked calmly. A part of him knew he shouldn’t treat the one before him like the other guards who tried to attack.
The guards rose from the ground, helping the injured, while carrying the dead away. The Lycan tried to get close to them but Stefan appeared before him.
"Get out of these land and don’t ever come here again."
The Lycan raised an emblem to his face. "I’m under special command from Prince Asher."
Stefan stared at the emblem, the same one that approved his pack into High Moon Kingdom. Still, he didn’t plan to suck up to anyone, especially when it involved lives.