I let out a harsh grunt. I tried to warn him not to approach me, but he did nothing except look. My wail whimpered and waned, as if I were distressed and afraid.
I am aware that he does not wish to see my grey hair, which signifies that I am of low rank and unfit to interact with him, much alone my yellow eyes, which indicate that regardless of how clever I am, I will always be inferior to them. I slowly lowered my body; I wanted to speak with him using mind-link.
When I detected a sweet fragrance, I realised I harbored something alive. I arose once more and tweaked my tail as I drew closer to the source of the aroma.
I nuzzled his body once I realised whence it emanated.
He placed his palm on my face to prevent me from continuing my actions. He wasn't furious with me because of what I did, but I feared he might be if I reverted to my previous form.
I let out a short grumble at the top of my lungs, but he didn't do anything to me.
He touched the gray tone of my fur and it was as if all the anguish I had been feeling had first suddenly withered away.
Why is he caressing me in this way?
I'm at my own house now, so I'm not aware how he ended up here. It is already dark in the forest, and are they still looking for another pack and rogue?
I can’t cure any wounds right now, however, he's here to contact me because another werewolf he is with was gravely harmed.
I decided to move away from him, and he merely stopped and looked at me. I haven't seen him in years, so I can't express how happy I am to see him again. He never came back to Nightwalker for a few years and didn't return home to denounce the rogue or the packs that intended to put their pack in jeopardy.
The Shadow pack, Moon pack and Dark pack are always his enemy—- base on what I am hearing.
I whimpered saying he should leave because he didn't want to see me like that. I'm not sure he'll understand me even if I'm not a part of their pack. He's the next Lycan King, so he probably understands what I mean.
I've steadily improved my skills at mending their wounds in the years since he hasn't returned to Nightwalker. We had several drugs that were perfected before Helena died. Yes, she died just as I predicted, as I could hear her pulse dropping.
After she passed, I never used my special ability again. The aggression of other beta and alpha isn't all that awful, but they still bully me a lot. Helena is no longer there to defend me against them, so I sometimes simply let them say anything they want since I've become immune to it. But I'm not going to let them hurt me since my health is the most important thing right now.
As he drew his fang and cocked his head, I backed away. I'm not used to this form yet, so I struck the different stuff in my house. I yell to show him how terrified I am. When I glanced at the moon, I saw that it was not spherical. I backed up even further when Amoux's neck cracked. I peered at the moon again because he seemed to be transforming. The werewolf and lycan transform whenever the moon is full, and they forget who they are in front of, so they hurt others, but I was able to breathe because the moon was not full. However, it is also believed that when triggered or become hyper, they shapeshift.
“Amoux! Your father, the Lycan King is calling you—”
I didn't witness what happened, but I quickly realized that the man who should have summoned him was terrified by Amoux's rapid shift. He did it on purpose, and because he was over the age of 20, he had a lot of control over it. I wasn't deathly afraid when I saw his figure, regardless of the fact that he was quadrupled and more my size. I'm not afraid of his hazy blue eyes, even though everyone thinks they're frightening when they shapeshift. I was not intimidated by his fuzzy bulk. It was the first time I'd seen him in this shape, and instead of being scared, I found myself sinking further into the depths of my affection for him.
He doesn't look at the man, but instead flashes me his canines much more, as if to imply I should be fearful of him. I wanted to return to my human form and touch his lethal claws, caress me with them, and tell him I wasn't scared of their sharpness, but I didn't do it. I was merely one of many who should have knelt before him. I caught a glimpse of the man crawling backwards who I mistook for a beta. When he went, Amoux turned around, I felt my body slowly return to normal and shrink.
Because of his body's speed, he caught my body in less than a second and carried me. My eyes are watering and I feel drawn towards slumber. I didn't even notice his look at my bare body, even though my face was flushed with embarrassment and I couldn't even move a finger to cover my face. His body is back to normal but I can feel his rock chest. I had to give my body a practice run to perfect my wolf shift over the following three days.
I yawned but did not stir as he placed me on my bed. I was in pain, but I kept my gaze fixed on his since I knew he was leaving. It didn't occur to me that he would take me up and carry me to my bed. When he was about to depart, I grabbed his hand and closed my eyes because it seemed like 10 wolves were attacking my body. But I also let it go straight away.
"Don't leave..." I pleaded gently.
When he abruptly elevated my body, drew out his fang, and got his face near to the back of my neck — I heard a loud crisp chomp before everything turned into black.