Humanborn
Pure Lycan
Kiara looked at her face in the mirror and gazed at her tired, dark-brown eyes. Her hip-length, ginger-red hair was a mess. She sighed.
With a rattle from the chain around her ankle, she walked back to her bed. It had been a week since she had been manhandled by Dominic, and she finally felt like herself.
Well, as much as she could feel like herself.
He hadn’t been there since she’d woken up, and she couldn’t stop wondering why.
The door opened, and a man with blond hair walked in. “Who are you?” she asked.
The man smirked. “Ready to talk about what happened to you and who you are?” She rolled her eyes. “Look, we can do this—”
“The easy way or the hard way; yes, I know. I’ve heard it more times than you could possibly imagine.”
The man looked at her, surprised. “Talk,” he said. She kept her mouth shut. “I’ve got all day.”
“So do I. I’m chained to a freaking bed, so I’m not going anywhere soon.”
“Why did Blake torture you?”
She looked at the man in surprise. “Blake had me a day before your precious alpha brought me here. He didn’t torture me.”
The man looked puzzled.
“Then why did you have a bite wound on your leg and a wound from a claw on your chest?” She looked down.
“Do you know it’s forbidden by the standard country pack rules to capture a human who isn’t bitten, on punishment of death?” he asked. She looked at him.
The country pack rules were set up by most of the country’s alphas. There were three rules that every pack needed to obey.
Few of the packs across the country ever had to deal with the rules because they involved capturing and torturing humans, pure lycans, and other werewolves.
It was basically the same rule, only with different species.
Her mind wandered to thoughts of the pure lycan. He was the wolf the goddess had created who carried the true blood of every werewolf. If he were to die, all the werewolves would die.
“I asked you a question,” he said, interrupting her thoughts.
“Yes, I do know that,” she answered.
The man nodded. “How did you get the wounds?”
She froze and saw the face of the beta in her head. Tears were burning behind her eyes, and she shook her head.
“Is it really that hard to tell us?”
Her eyes shot to the door, where Dominic was leaning against the doorframe.
“Alpha,” the man said and bowed his head.
“It is,” Kiara answered.
Dominic walked toward her. “Why? What are you afraid of?” he asked.
You.
She mentally shook the thought out of her head and looked at his hazel eyes. “I’m not afraid of anything.”
He snorted. “Oh, really? If that’s true, why did you run away?”
“Because I’ve had it with fucking werewolves!” she snapped.
“I’m human! I want to live with the humans and not have to look over my shoulder every time I take a turn! I don’t want to see werewolves everywhere I go! I don’t want to be reminded about being different and about everything that happened to me for the past fifteen years!”
As soon as she screamed it in his face, she knew that she had said too much. Tears rolled down her cheek, and she closed her eyes.
“What happened to you in the last fifteen years?” he asked. His voice was calm and almost scary.
“Don’t make me tell you,” she replied. She looked at him and saw that his eyes had changed. He had his alpha eyes.
“Why did you freak out when you thought I had seen your body?” he asked. Another tear rolled down her cheek. She clutched her arms to her body. “Let me see your arm.”
“Please don’t make me do this,” she said.
“Let me see your arm, Kiara.” She knew he was going to see her scars. “I don’t want to do it with force.”
She looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t do it. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm toward him.
He rolled up her sleeve and looked at the three bite marks and countless small and large scars on her arm. He clenched his jaw. The man behind him looked shocked.
“Who did this to you?” Dominic’s voice had turned dark and dangerous. She didn’t say anything.
He let go of her arm and smashed his hands on either side of her on the bed and looked straight into her eyes. “Who. Did. This. To. You.”
“Probably the Dark Wood Pack.” She froze at hearing the name of her pack.
Dominic turned his gaze toward Zack, who was standing in the door opening. He had asked him to try and figure out if there were any packs that looked like they were hiding something.
Dominic stood up straight, and his beta walked in. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time,” he said.
Zack nodded. “The last time we heard from them was when they wanted to know what we knew about the pure lycans. Twenty years ago.”
Dominic said, “My dad was alpha at that time.” Zack nodded again.
“Why do you think that they did this to her?” Dominic asked, pointing at her bare arm.
“Because their pack was attacked a little over a week ago. Only three wolves escaped. Blake was the one who attacked them, according to our intel, and a day later, you found her as their prisoner. Also, the startled look on her face confirms it.”
They both looked at Kiara, who had turned pale.
“Let’s give her rest. We’ll talk in my office,” he mind-linked to both men, who immediately exited the room. Dominic looked at her, feeling sorry for her as he walked to the door.
“Who…,” she began. He looked back at her. She stood up and walked a little toward him. She was still in shock. “Who escaped?”
Dominic asked Zach the question in a mind-link. Zach answered, “The alpha, beta, and another wolf of their pack.”
“Apparently their alpha, beta, and another of their pack,” Dominic told her. Kiara saw black spots and immediately lost consciousness.
The only thing she heard was Dominic screaming out her name.
“Come here, little one.” The five-year-old ran to her mother, who was sitting by the fire. She sat down next to her and looked her in the eye.
Her mother’s voice changed. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry for everything that’s about to happen to you.” A tear fell down her cheek.
“Mama, what are you saying?”
Her mother smiled and shook her head, not wanting to explain further. “Long ago, when the Moon Goddess created us, she also created a wolf species that was different from all the others.”
“Mama, why are you telling me this?”
Her mother continued without answering her question.
“These wolves were created with a single purpose, which was to maintain the true bloodline of every werewolf. They were called the pure lycans.
“Even though they carried the true bloodline of the werewolves, their appearance and the shifting were different.”
“Mama, I’m confused. Why are you telling me this?”
“The werewolves could shift into beautiful, strong, and big wolves, but only during a full moon was the wolf allowed to shift and run the earth, and the human form was locked inside.
“The pure lycans were more humanoid and could shift whenever they wanted. The werewolves were jealous of that and pleaded with the Goddess to give them the ability to shift at any time.”
Kiara was interested in the story and stayed quiet.
“When the Goddess did not answer, the werewolves captured the pure lycans and planned to kill them.
“When the Goddess realized what was about to happen, she came to Earth to confront her creation and stop them from killing the ones that would ensure their survival.
“She granted the werewolves the ability to shift whenever they wanted.
“The werewolves released the pure lycans, but because of the monsterlike appearance of the pure lycans, human hunters hunted them over the years.
“They killed many of the pure lycans until there was only one left. The Goddess granted him the body of a true wolf, like the werewolves. Only he was bigger than a normal werewolf.
“His fur was pure white, and his eyes were neon blue when he was a wolf and midnight blue when he was a human.”
Kiara looked at her intently. “He sounds gorgeous.”
Her mother smiled. “He was. The Goddess also made sure that there was always one pure lycan alive. No more, no less.”
“She was afraid of the jealousy of the werewolves and the greed of the human hunters who would want them for their fur. For if the pure lycan was killed, the whole werewolf race would die with him.”
Kiara looked at her with big eyes. “So there is a pure lycan living right now?”
Her mother nodded, and Kiara immediately jumped up. “Is he here? Can I see him? Can we find him?”
Her mother laughed. “Nobody knows where he is.”
Kiara sighed. “What makes you so sure that it’s a man?”
She smiled again.
“The pure lycan has always been a man. If a woman is born with the pure lycan blood, she will be the most powerful and the strongest and fastest, and she’ll have overdeveloped senses.”
“She will be the end of the werewolf and pure lycan race.”
Kiara opened her eyes and saw a wooden ceiling. That was odd. How could she dream about something from when she was five?
How could she remember that?
Why would she remember that now?
“Kiara?”
She heard his voice and rolled her head to the side. She saw Dominic sitting next to her bed.
She took in the surroundings and noticed that she wasn’t in the infirmary anymore. “Where am I?” she asked.
“My room,” Dominic answered.
She sat straight up and saw she was wearing a large black shirt that was long enough to cover her butt, and no pants. Her arms and legs were visible, and the scars were all over them.
Dominic looked at her with sadness in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I had to see what else they did to you,” he said.
She knew she needed to be mad. She wanted to be mad, but somehow she wasn’t. Her anger flew out the window as soon as she saw the hurt look in his eyes.
“I only saw your legs and arms. As they are now. I didn’t look further.” Thankfully. The worst scars were on her torso and back.
“Why did they do this to you?”
She looked at her legs. All her memories of every scar came flooding back. A tear rolled down her cheek.
“I was a human among werewolves. That was the only reason they ever gave me.” She pulled the blankets over her legs.
“Why did you go to them?” he asked.
She looked at him. “I didn’t. I was born into their pack.”
Dominic’s eyes widened. “What? Humans and werewolves can’t be mates.”
Another tear fell down her cheek. “I wasn’t born from a human mother or father. Both my parents are wolves.”
Dominic froze in place. He said nothing until he stood up and brushed his hand through his hair. “That’s not possible.” He kept pacing back and forth.
“That’s what my pack used to say. The pack doctor told me that I killed my own wolf during birth.
“My dad kept biting me in the hope of awakening her, but she never did, and I never turned feral either.
“Every time I was bitten, my body started to change, but before anything could happen, my body stopped the change and turned back.”
He stopped and looked at her. “That’s what I saw a week ago,” he said.
She nodded.
“After years of biting, he finally stopped and rejected me. That’s when the pack started torturing me. I couldn’t run. They would always find me. I wanted to die more times than I wanted to be alive.”
Dominic could feel her pain, almost as if he were living it. He crouched down next to her. He started to say something, then he suddenly stopped and looked out the window.
“What is it?” Kiara asked.
“Rogues.” He stiffened.
“Blake.”
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