Chosen By The Moon



Carlos POV

I stalked the palace grounds in my new wolf form, feeling my strength grow as the moon rose higher in the night sky. I felt strong, and I felt powerful as my newly formed paws slowly marched through my prison.

It wasn't until I reached the portrait hallway that I actually came across a guard. His eyes widened as he saw me turn the corner and a growl left his lips.

I didn't care for his warning, I had bigger things on my mind. So without even thinking twice about it, I charged at the lad. He was much younger in years than I was, and much more familiar with his Lycan form, I knew I couldnt give him the chance to shift too. My teeth instantly locked onto the poor fellows neck tearing it to shreds a before he even had the time to react.

The unfamiliar taste of blood filled my mouth, and the scent of his body was overwhelming to say the least. In fact Everything, Now that I was a Lycan, felt heightened beyond belief, it was a strange feeling knowing that you were in your body, but it all of a sudden possessed a strength that was previously unimaginable.

I very quickly understood why the lycans had believed themselves to be better than humans, they were, in actuality, stronger than anything else in the wold.

With this thought process I felt my anger towards their kind increase ten fold. While yes, I will admit that it was true, they were stronger than humans in every way, it infuriated me to think that their kind had held that power over us for so long, although truly thinking about it, I guess their kind is now my kind.

I was angry at everything, and with my emotions so heightened, to the point where I didn't know how to regulate myself, I couldn't think of a better outlet for my anger than yo rampage. So I shook my head, seeing the blood of the poor lad flick from my snout onto the wall, before continuing to stalk through the grounds.

Anytime I would come across a

warrior, I would dispose of them quickly, before they could attack me instead. The palace absolutely wreaked of blood. It was almostnoveldrama

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metallic substance around with me, on my newly grown fur. By the time I got within sight of the entrance to the hospital wing, word must have traveled around.

Most of the remaining palace warriors, and a guy I knew as my butler was waiting in a defensive line. Barricading me from entering the place where my pathetic mate rested in Labour.

"Sir Carlos!" A booming voice yelled through the corridor, causing me to stop and wince. The vibrations bouncing off the walls and into my ears sounded ten times louder than usual, and it through me off ever so slightly. "Stand down, do not forget your place..."

The Lycan who was clearly in charge stepped forward in his regal uniform and held up a gun, pointing it at my face. I was confused to say the least, I assumed my place was now among the lycans that occupied the palace. The moon goddess had allowed me to overcome both the bite and the shift, which is a feat that was previously deemed impossible.

Had I not won over the narcissistic Lycan population by becoming one of them. Was i still branded as human scum? I already know for a fact that there would be humans out there that would despise me now, simply because I folded.

I guess I hadn't prepared myself to be forced into a sort of unknown limbo between the two species.

I shook my head of my thoughts

quickly, as the barrel of the gun remained pointed at my head, my inner monologue ceased to continue and a loud unnatural, animalistic growl sounded out from deep in my chest. The noise threw me off completely, and I swallowed thickly, trying to school any sort of emotion that may show on my wolf features.