The lycan queen

Recap;:-

"With no disrespect, Alpha, move" I growled, the last part.

"Don't you dare growl at me, Wolf."

"You're not my Alpha so don't tell me what to do, move!"

"I may not be yours, but I am Sarah Alpha by mating."

I snickered, then shouted "The same mate that rejected her!" That shut him up.

I made another attempt to leave, but James stopped me this time around. "Would you like to be the cause of her death?" I looked at him, worry written all over my face, and he continued "then let the doctors do their work". That got me to stop struggling. I sat my a** down and bowed my head to do the one thing I said I'd never do again.

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Unknown pov:-

Watching Jordan crescent lose his powerful mate for a low-life-power-hungry shewolf is nothing but just fun.

If only he knew the kind of power she possessed, if only the whole crescent pack knew who they had offended, maybe just maybe they would repent.

Don't ask me who I am? Just know I am the shadow that is barely noticeable but am still there, watching, looking and observing the very things these pack overlook and that's Epiphany Cyra. The goddess reincarnates, the only one who is destined to make me king.

I have been waiting and watching in the shadows since she came here as a child. The family that took care of her, the family she remembered as her family, I paid them. They were paid to love and protect her, but after two years of being her family, they still left, saying that they feel she's a curse to them. I can't blame them, they don't understand my queen, that's why I killed them and dumped their bodies at the pack borders. Some of the things that have happened to her make people scared of her. As a 5-year-old girl, she heals faster than their alpha, can override the Alphas command, shifted at an early age, and not just to any color but to white. She may think she witnessed that moment alone, but I was there and it was majestic. Her original family memories were all gone. I should know I wiped them out and the families as well. Call me wicked, I don't care, all I know is when I want something I get it, and I've set my sights on Epiphany Cyra. I watched as she grew into a beautiful, strong woman despite all the hate and abuse she has endured. I watched her meet her mates for the first time. To be honest, I was livid. I even planned to end Jordan's crescent life, but he surprised me by rejecting her. I hate seeing her in pain, but the rejection pain was one I enjoyed. It took all I had not to pounce on the people that have hurt her. I'll still do so, but only when I get her to be just mine.

I watched her get back on her feet after the rejection and grew even stronger. Sadly, I wasn't there when she nearly ended her life. Luckily, Jordan was there to rescue her and for that, I am grateful. I think I'll even level out his sentence I have planned out for him. I intended giving him a very painful death for making my queen go through so much, but now, I'd give him a painless death.

I watched her go to work just to get over the pain she feels from when Jordan mates with another she-wolf. I watched Jordan kidnap her simply because he found out she was a white wolf. Wanting to force a mark on her to claim her. I lost all sense of reasoning and charged at the park causing problems just to get his and his dad's attention. It worked for some minutes until I noticed he was not where I wanted him to be. I used my senses to search for my queen and I did, but she seemed busy with her mouth. I was ready to spoil my plans, I was even ready to murder Jordan for tasting what is mine, only to hear rushing footsteps and, after a few minutes, I could hear voices. I'm just glad she's not into him but rather playing him. I watched as she learned how to drive for the first time. 

I watched her go the dance, and although she was around Sarah all the time, I hated the lust I saw whenever I looked at all the unmated males there looking at her. I wanted to kill every one of them for looking at her that way, especially that guy, Antonio, that carried her to that room. At first, he seemed unmoved by her, but when she dressed up in her drop-dead gorgeous gown, he showed lust for her for the first time. The body contact alone was enough to make me end his life, but I can't expose myself. It's just not time yet. I can't have a perfect plan all these years and spoil it over the impulse of anger.

I watched as she fought Alex huge from Alpha Nolan's pack just because of her best friend. The one human beast who can subdue her even in a bloodlust rage.

The teaching they give the present werewolves about how they came to be is totally different from what I know from when we were young pups thanks to that young Lycan sitting on the throne like he's the rightful king. Wait, till I get my hands on my queen, then he will beg for his life.

I could still hear my parents teaching as if it was just yesterday:;-

When werewolves fight, there are observers and there are fighters.

If the werewolves around watching what was unfolding are the observers, then, who are they?

Is it another werewolf as two powerful fighters decide who will lead a pack? Presumably, this is a world where werewolves are a race rather than individuals with a curse, unless they're locked up, exiled or run off to escape being hunted, of course.

Is it a terrified individual who knows that the winning beast will tear them to shreds once they injure or kill their opponent? Are werewolves (again) more shapeshifter than beasts, and one werewolf is fighting to defend the observer? Is the observer a friend, relative or lover? An enemy, now dependent on the mercy of the being they previously despised?

Then there's the viewpoint of one of the fighters. Again, their mindset will decide many of their observations. A humanish mind would be easier: ambition, hate, fear for a loved one and loyalty are all easy enough for most to understand, as they color your werewolf's perception.

If they are indeed bloodlusting because of a curse, that could be horrifying or tragic. Two vicious creatures are going all out to kill each other, at least while the curse rules them. When the moon isn't full, they could be perfect strangers, or friends, even family members, but your viewpoint character sees (and hears, feels and smells as the canines battle) only an opponent. The Enemy. The Rival. Prey. A brutal, determined and ruthless fight. There's a winner.

Until the moonlight fades and dawn comes. Then your werewolf awakens to find a stranger, or a beloved face, or the mutilated remains of a child, and knows they're a murderer. Possibly not for the first time.

Call me old school. I prefer to see the werewolf as a curse, although I know other versions are popular these days. Looking at the fight going on, I just smirked with a glint of mischief twinkling in my eyes.

I watched as she held her best friend's slumped body to her, refusing anyone from coming close. Only when the young Alpha Nolan said something that made sense to her did she set her body free. 

It took a lot of effort from this pack to hold her down, when the doctor said she'd have to wait till they are done in the operating room before she will be allowed in.

Over the days of waiting for Sarah to wake up, I watched her take her wolf from refusing to turn back, acting more animalistic than human. I guess that is the way she likes to deal with this particular grief. I saw her look more lost than ever. I made a mental note to not hurt Sarah when I attacked. I don't want to see my queen hurt.

It got to a point where the little Jordan, now Alpha, had to seek permission to enter Alpha Nolan's pack, and it was granted immediately because he mentioned Crya being his mate. 

She is covered with a thick full magnificently glossy coat that is midnight black, with a hint of blue in the right light. She watches from afar. Those that get to close will suffer her mighty bite and fall for their treachery. She likes it this way. Likes that everyone keeps their distance and only observes. One day, a poor unfortunate soul makes his way into her space. He reaches out his hand to touch the beast that appears soft and tame as she watches silently. His fingertips within reach, she pulls away. He tries again when she's distracted by another someone too close to her. He wants her, he wants to own and control her. She feels his hand sinking into her fur and around her neck. Hackles raised, and enormous teeth bared, she grabs him by his throat. He flails trying to breathe but only produces a sputtering sound as he falls limply to his knees with her, still attached.

She hears nothing, only sees a slight movement from the corner of her eye. What she sees has her loosening her grip just ever so slightly. The thing that brought her back to herself and, in return to ever so slightly loosened her grasp on him, Alec. The brightness she sees warms her immensely. The more she releases the fool that tried to control her, the warmer and more relaxed she becomes. Finally, removing her mouth fully and taking a step back, she saw a look of utter bewilderment in his eyes. She looks more closely into his eyes and sees her reflection... She is bone white. Just as glorious as her black self. He asks "why?" She points with her nose to the mahogany brindle creature that stands three feet behind him. As he turns and looks at the other creature, she walks past him. She snarls at the creature. He watches as they walk away from him; her coat returning to blackness and the creature turning to white.

Drops of rain turn into a downpour, obscuring the road and soaking everything in its path. Crya's eyes flecked with bright blue take it all in while her forehead goes numb from resting against the cold of the window glass.

The slight murmur of voices on the radio fills the room to make up for the silence of its occupants.

Crya doesn't move except to flick her eyes sideways where she catches a glimpse of Alpha Nolan and his mate in a camping bus packed beside their pack house looking at each other like a love-struck puppy. I have to admit this Nolan boy has a good taste in women. Her hyper-focused eyes on the road, waist-length dreads half piled on top of her head in a bun while the rest flows freely; caramel skin so similar to Crya cast in shadows from the rain clouds.

Her mate has his chin-length dark blonde locks tucked behind his ears and a slight furrow on his brow as he taps away on his phone. The blue light from the screen illuminates the skin the color of the California sand dunes they explored when Amara was a kid.

Crya holds back a sigh and returns to observing the blurring landscape. It had always been them, a tight 

Unfortunately, life is ever-changing, and apparently, it is their turn to begin. Every one of them and I'll be in the shadows watching.