So, Zane's POV will be featured every 10 chapters, e.g 10, 20, 30 etc. It's so that we get to see what my cute messed-up baby is thinking. Cheers!
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It was a brisk morning as Anthony and I ventured towards the south gate of our territory. He had alerted me to reports of three lingering werewolves in the area, and it was crucial that we investigated promptly. The scent of the intruders lingered, but with our tracking abilities, there would be no escape for them.
We had moved swiftly, well before the rest of our pack gathered at the pack house. The sun was just beginning to cast its gentle light across the landscape, and the forest was still cloaked in the cool embrace of dawn.
On Anthony, I had smelt a very peculiar scent, the same scent of the young girl I had encountered and brought back to our pack some days ago. It was an aroma that seemed human, though not perfectely, as she still smelt like one of us. But she wasn't complete. Wasn't whole. It was bizarre and offensive to my senses.
Was the moon goddess really serious about someone like her being my mate? The concept of a mate was infuriating to me, to say the least. I had always worked best alone, relying on my own instincts and abilities, and I had never felt the need for a female counterpart in my life.
I couldn't fathom why the moon goddess thought I needed someone by my side, especially someone so different from the rest of our kind. It was a source of frustration and anger, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this was a path I never wished to tread.
When I eventually passed the side door to enter the pack house, the scent attacked my senses with a vengeance. It was strong, and it repulsed and attracted me at the same time. Was she here? Had Sabrina brought her over?
My Lycan, Rex, stirred in me, mirroring my emotions, and I had to use so much of my power to restrain him, keep him from breaking out. He could be very unpredictable, despite our connection, and he had a dangerous appetite for blood.
Whoever she was, she had quite the scent, and it angered me.
As I entered the hall and stepped on the podium, the overwhelming stench of fear filled the air, nearly suffocating me. It was an odor I hadn't gotten used to, despite my many years of intimidating and possibly killing people.
I took pride in the respect my pack members held for me, but deep down, I wished they weren't so terrified of me. Rex however didn't care, and instead he basked in the fear that permeated the air, savoring every pulse like a fine wine.
In the midst of the crowd, my eyes immediately found where the human-like scent was coming from. She stood besides Sabrina, and from here her Icy Blonde here stood out in the hair colors ranging from black to the lightest brown. Her hair color reminded me of Jaxon and his family's hair color, except that theirs was lighter.
Her sapphire blue eyes carried so much intensity, so much fear, so much sorrow. It was all puzzling and I couldn't help but furrow my brow and avert my gaze from her, noticing how her eyes remained on me.
After a brief address to my pack, I patiently waited for them to shuffle out, telling both Jaxon and Damon to go ahead of me, before I made my way toward her. She remained in the company of Sabrina, and they were about to leave. Unatha, she had called herself, a strange name albeit a unique one.
"You," I uttered, my voice strained as her scent nearly overwhelmed my Lycan senses and Rex relentlessly clawed at the back of my mind, eager to be unleashed.
I felt Sabrina's fear increase, causing her to freeze in place. Unatha turned to look at me, her eyes holding a mix of defiance and a tantalizing lust.
It was clear that she, too, was feeling the effects of the mate bond that the moon goddess had placed on us, even though she didn't know why. The connection between us was undeniable, and it only added to the complexity of the situation.
She was undeniably a very beautiful woman with a youthful appearance, probably in her early 20s, a fact I'd never admit to anyone but myself.
Her lips seemed to beckon to me, and the attraction was so intense that I had to quickly remind myself of her wolfless state to break the enchantment. I needed to find one reason, just one, to be disgusted and to quench the overwhelming attraction I felt to her. My icy nature waged a relentless battle against the pull I had and I could only blame the moon goddess for this relentless internal conflict.
The reminder did the trick, but Unatha was stubborn and talked back to me.
I hated it.
Rex hated the situation even more, and he demanded to be set free the moment we exited the hall. Without a second thought for my clothes, I began my transformation, and my attire shredded apart as white fur burst through. Without further delay, I dashed into the nearby forest. Our pack house had been strategically positioned close to the woods precisely for this purpose - the ability to transform quickly when necessary.
Rex huffed and grunted as we darted between the trees, making our way to Mystic Falls, where the rest of my pack had assembled themselves.
They hardly saw me, as I was preoccupied with handling any werewolves that had dared to stumble onto our territory and spending some time alone in the forest. My Lycan was exceptionally irritable, struggling to cope with the responsibilities of leading a pack for a long period.
When I did return home, it was usually for critical matters, such as dealing with rogues. They had become increasingly rampant during my absence, prompting me to search for their hideout and eliminate the source. However, my efforts had proven fruitless; I couldn't locate them.
Now, the moon goddess had sent another source of irritation my way, one I detested as much as I desired.
For me to come back home it was suspicious, but for me to come back for someone that was more human than wolf, it was an abomination.
I had informed Jakayla through the mind link that the girl was human, although she saw through my lie. Still, she dared not question my decision, as I was supreme. I was the law.
Upon sighting the waterfall, I swiftly navigated to the opposite side, where my pack members had gathered. They shifted in submission, clearing a path for me as Rex reveled in their deference.
A distant howl pierced the air, and in a few minutes Sabrina's wolf appeared, swiftly followed by Jaxon's. To my surprise, Unatha had also joined them, with her unique scent, and as our eyes met, Rex emitted a low, warning growl, his discontent clear as day.
I was a Lycan, a direct descendant of our ancestors, and endowed with abilities that set me apart from other werewolves and Lycans. My senses were honed to perfection, and my nose was particularly sensitive, quick to detect even the faintest trace of an unfamiliar scent.
I was perfection itself, and was not going to have a runt such as her as my Luna no matter what.