Dylans POV.
There I was, lying down on my bed, my head held up by my hands beneath it.
I was gazing into the night sky above my glass roof.
The view was such a wonder and the twinkling stars above made the experience breathtaking.
I can't think of anything that could ruin this blissful moment, except the disturbing thoughts of the dream I had last night.
I jumped from my bed, pulling away the blanket I had on me and went straight to my father's portrait.
The part of the room where the portrait hung was poorly lit, so I squinted my eyes, pacing around.
I grabbed a flashlight and made my way to the left side of my bed, and gazed at the portrait, tears welling down my eyes uncontrollably.
My eyelids loosened in sadness, the torchlight fell off my hand as I broke out in tears.
I slowly walked to my bed with my hands wiping the tears on my face, plopping myself to the bed and I laid face upwards.
The thought of having my dad killed at a very young age was devastating.
To make it worse he was killed by the demon king, my fist clenched at the thought of this.
The dream I had the other night really sent shivers down my spine.
The thought of it alone sends trepidation reeking all over my tanned body.
In the dream I could see myself battling the demon king, the battle was rough, but I was able to knock him down.
As I approached him to deliver the final blow, he gave a burst of manic laughter, his cheek raised as he laughed scornfully at me.
It was as though he knew something I didn't know.
"You don't have the power to kill me" he said as he stood up still laughing as his face curled up in a heinous smirk.
My face goes blank, my fist clenched, as my brows furrow in anger, I tried to finish him off, but I couldn't, I was restrained and pulled back by a powerful force field.
"You need her." his voice was mawkish.
He said, as he transformed into his full demon form, the demonic aura reeking all around him caused me to choke as I fell looking into his lecherous face, my eyebrows pulled up in disgust.
Then he disappeared and I woke up, my heart throbbing very fast as my forehead was covered in sweat.
This nightmare has been reoccurring for two months now.
I got up from my bed, donning my royal robe, I slipped my legs into my white crocks.
I made my way to the wine cellar, taking a glass. I poured some wine into it, sipping it slowly.
My eyebrows pulled up, arememberedmber the night that changed everything.
The night of the big separation between the Lycans and the demons.
A long time ago, demons, werewolves and Lycans all lived in peace, until the night of redness.
My father, the Lycan king, Clark Bill had just retired to bed. I was with my mom and little sister Iris in my room, just opposite the Lycan king's room.
Immediately the alarm was sounded, and my dad hurried into the room, locking the door behind me and sister, he shifted in an instant into his full Lycan beast form.
"Stay here until I come back"
His eyes glowed brightly in the dark room.
Iris and I sat there shaking in trepidation as the war with the demons went on.
I summoned the courage to climb up the table to get a better view of the war.
My jaw dropped, fear gripped me, sending shivers down my spine as I saw the gruesome way the demons were murdering my people.
My Lips pulled down, my eyebrows loosened in sadness, as I held my little sister Iris, tears welling uncontrollably down our cheeks.
Remembering this event caused tears to well down my eyes, as I tried in futility to wipe the tears off.
The painful part is that I lost my dad, the Lycan King that night.
With his hands tightly clasped in mine, his eyes were dimming out.
I couldn't feel his breath dying, as he muttered his last words closely to my ears.
"Avenge me! Kill the Demon King!" his breath slightly warm on my cheeks.
The tears that broke out from the royal pack house the night of his death were deafening.
In my dream, the demon king keeps mentioning her.
I certainly don't know any female, cos am yet to pick my mate.
I shuddered backwards as I heard a knock on my door, standing up immediately with my eyebrows furrowed, I made my way to the door.
As I was about to open the door knob, my phone rang, on my bed behind me.
I ignored the call, yanking the door open, I stuck my head out the door, looking in both directions, and I saw no one.
My mouth hangs open and my eyelid furrows up in surprise. I closed the door and made my way back to my bed.
Plopping myself back into my bed, I gaze at my phone, and it was a message from the leader of pack hunters and Lycan guard.
"Sir, we have everywhere secured, there are no signs of demons around our territory."
My face curled into a smile as I replied OK.
My dad had always been my backbone, I could still picture his image very clearly in my head.
I rolled from the left end of my bed to the right, my face impassive.
Something was bothering me, but I just couldn't put my claws on it.
This wasn't the life I wanted, I never wanted to take up the boring duties of the Lycan king at age five.
I wanted to tour the world and find my mate in the most romantic way possible, but all thanks to the demon king, I was denied all of that.
After the Lycan King's death I was placed under full watch, even in the bathroom I had Lycan guards everywhere I went.
My food is to be tasted 3 good times, by the cook, my personal guard and the pack seer for some weird reason.
And yes, the pack seer now lives in our house, the door next to my door has a signpost that says THE SEER.
Life without our dad was a bit hectic for us all, especially Iris Bill, my little sister.
My mom is doing pretty well. She has been a strong woman since I was born.
I call her Margaret Thatcher, the Iron Lady of the Lycans.
I plopped out of the bed and sat on my bed, my eyebrows furrowed in surprise, as I remembered what the demon king said in my dream.
" You need her."
"You need her."
"You need her."
The words of the demon king reverberate through my head as my head drops in bewilderment.
I stood up, with my gaze fixed on an ancient book for some reason I was unsure of.
I grabbed hold of the ancient book from my dad's mini-library, the book had a leathery cover.
I hoisted the book onto my reading table which gave out a deafening sound.
I flew air from my mouth over the old book, the dust from the book caused me to cough and squint.
I couldn't see clearly due to the heavy dust.
In my attempt to pull a chair over, I fell down as the voice of the demon king reverberated through my head, sending pain all over my head.
It was as if my brain was being pulled out from my cranium.
I held my hand over my head, tears welling down my eyes as I rolled over the rugged room.
In a second attempt to stand, I fell again as my brain kept throbbing inside my skull, my eyes reddened as tears continued to well down my eyes continuously.
The pain was so excruciating, it was as though I was having migraine.
I lay down on the rug, my heart throbbing fast, beads of sweat building up on my face in my air-conditioned room.
I couldn't understand what was happening.
My hands mistakenly touched the book that was now on the floor as I had knocked over the table on my first fall.
Immediately all the pains disappeared, and the brain ache that almost yanked my brain out of my cranium was gone too.
My eyes were back to normal, as I felt all my tears dry up into my skin.
What is happening?
This is getting spooky, I crawled up from the floor, with trepidation reeking all around me, I looked into the mirror, my reddened eye was back to normal.
I gazed at the book in bewilderment, my eyes pulled up as my pupil dilated.
Could it be this book, I wasn't sure.
I made my way to my bed, dropping to my knees. I looked under my bed searching for something I wasn't sure of.
I squint, as under the bed was dark, I pulled up a black box that contained a pair of gloves.
Putting on the gloves, I made my way to the book.
Before reaching the book, something bizarre happened.
Something I couldn't quite unseen.
The book opens up itself to a chapter.
I shuddered. Now transfixed my jaw drops in bewilderment.
"What?"
The pages of the book flickers causing a strange wind to blow from the outside into my room, clattering my windows.
Flashes of lighting could be seen, as I looked at the sky above me that once had stars, it turned grey.
I was shocked, as the beads of sweat on my face dropped on the floor slowly, I gazed at the sky and it was a full moon.
I heard a vehement knock on my door.
I shuddered backwards in trepidation as my door opened.