Chapter 2 Fight For Your Man!

The creature in front of her was the most monstrous thing she had ever seen. The Lycan king had never showed up for any of his raids, so this was the first time she had seen him. She took a step backwards, trembling in fear as he stretched out his claws towards her. Elder Alfred stepped in between them, distracting him away from her.

"How dare you step in my way". He roared, using his hand to sweep him into a tree that was some meters away.

"Who do you think you are? Nobody stands in front of the Lycan king!!" He growled, coming close to the elder's crumpled body. He placed his leg on his back, his claws digging into his skin. He laughed, as the elder shouted in pain.

Every other person was on the ground with heads bowed except Lyra, who covered her mouth, but couldn't stop the whimpers from escaping.

"This is so much fun. This pack is the most interesting I have ever met. And that's because of you". He said, while his yellow eyes were on Lyra. Even if he had a mask on his face, she could see those eyes.

He turned to where the elders were.

"You know what I want, right? You better do it, else I will feed your precious little tiny Luna your dead bodies." He finished turning away from them. He gave another howl and walked into the dark forest. His soldiers were at his heels.

Lyra fell to the floor as her legs no longer had the strength to keep her up.

Elder Fabian rushed to Elder Alfred's side, asking for help from the other healers. Imogen came close to Lyra and hugged her. "If you had only listened to me, the elder Alfred wouldn't have been injured. I know you want to be brave and all, but sometimes you've got to think of others and the consequences". She said, patting Lyra's body.

"Someone should take Luna to her room". Imogen ordered.

Lyra couldn't remember how she got to her room, all she could remember was the monster bathed in blood and its sinister eyes.

It took her days to recover from that trauma, and the elder Alfred was now feeling better. His wound was healing up nicely, all thanks to the elder Fabian's help. She decided to go see Damian. Her fiancé. Nobody knew about Damian, not even Imogen. It was her own little secret.

She met him one night when she had sneaked out of the house. She had a favorite spot she used to hide when she was little. It was an abandoned lighthouse that nobody went to.

As she got close to it, she heard a beautiful sound and, because of the enthralling tune and curiosity, she entered and saw a blond-haired man playing the flute. He looked like the Apollo she had seen in the book from the pack's library.

His eyes were closed as he played the instrument and when he stopped to open them, she literally let out a sigh.

"Hey, I didn't know I had an audience". He said, smiling at her.

"Oh, please don't stop because of me".

"I can stop anything in the world because of the most beautiful sight in front of me".

A deep red blush rose on her cheeks and she smiled shyly.

"So what are you doing here?" She asked, expertly changing the subject.

"This is my hideout".

"This is mine too," she said, beaming at him.

They smiled, staring into each other's eyes until the sound of the crashing wave broke the spell.

She asked if she would meet him again and he said yes. That was the beginning of their beautiful friendship which now turned into love, because the last time they met he told her that she was his mate. That he hadn't wanted to tell her because she couldn't feel it either. Now, she was going to tell her pack about her secret today. She was sorry that she was leaving them, but maybe it was for the best. She had no idea how to rule the pack. She had done a bad job so far.

She sighted him from afar with his golden hair shining like spun gold in the sun. She ran to hug him from behind, inhaling his musky scent. He turned to face her with a gentle smile on his face, and kissed her on her forehead like she was his most fragile being in the world.

Smiling up at him, "Are you ready to meet my family?"

"Of course, it's an honor to meet them, so why shouldn't I be ready?"

She held his hands and led him straight to the elder Alfred's house where the elders were having a meeting because of his health.

She met them seated in the living room and greeted them before introducing Damian.

"I have decided to get myself a mate". She announced, with her voice steady, but her heart pounding against her ribs.

"How is that possible?!" Alfred boomed.

The whole room fell silent, every one of the elders looked at her like she had grown a double head.

She didn't care, except for Damian's presence beside her, which sent sparks of electricity through her veins. The elders exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. Damian, sensing the tension, squeezed her hands reassuringly. But as the elders requested Damian to leave them for a private discussion, Lyra's heart sank.

"Yes, Damian is my mate". She added, when he had left the room feeling so alone without him.

"How do you know that?" Elder Karena said.

"He said he felt the mate bond".

"And you believe that". Elder Fabian scoffed.

"You don't have a wolf, Lyra. You are just a weak Luna who is so easily deceived". Alfred said. The words stung so much, she tried to blink back the tears.

She flared up, choosing anger over the sadness she was feeling. "And is that my fault? I don't even know who my mother was and these days I hardly remember the face of my father. I couldn't summon my wolf when I did the ritual and I don't understand why. I have tried everything. I just want a chance to be happy. Do you know how it feels to have responsibilities on your shoulders, and you know you can't bear them because you are weak? I deserve happiness, you can't just keep me here treating me like a spoiled child".

"You certainly behave like one". Elder Elleen interrupted.

"Don't think I didn't know you put sleeping pills in my tea during the Lycan King's attack". She snapped at her.

"You don't even know where he is from?" Elder Karen said in a patronizing voice.

"He is the Alpha of the Raven moon pack".

"I have never heard of the name before". An elder said.

"Love blinds you, child," another elder remarked, his tone softer but not less firm. "We have your best interests at heart. You must forget about him."

Lyra's heart shattered into a million pieces at their words. How could she forget about Damian, the one who had captured her heart and soul? The one whose touch set her ablaze with desire?

"I know what is best for me. I cannot forget him". She declared, "I will not". And with tears in her eyes, she turned and ran out of the room, with her yellow dress flowing behind her.

But before she could retreat to the comfort of her room, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Lyra, wait for me."

Turning around, Lyra found Imogen, her adopted sister and best friend, standing before her.

Imogen's eyes sparkled with determination, a silent promise of support and encouragement.

"Fight for your man, Lyra". Imogen urged, her voice fierce with determination. "Love knows no boundaries, no rules. Follow your heart, no matter what anyone else says."

With Imogen's words echoing in her mind, Lyra squared her shoulders, her resolve strengthened by her sister's unwavering support. She would fight for Damian, for their love, against all odds.

It doesn't matter what the elders say, Damian was hers.