Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

“What is my birth certificate doing here? Why do i find my personal documents in the midst of Ryan’s stuff? What could he be hiding?”

There was a journal amongst the file. It had no name or inscription in front of it. I turned to the first page and a picture of my parents fell off.

“Mum, Dad,” I muttered as I looked at the picture for a while, I had missed them. I faced the journal again skimming through as fast as I could. Then I saw a highlighted phrase which read: THE PROPHECY AND POWERS OF TIME. And Ryan’s handwritten words:

After my parents death, I knew that I needed powers to rule and so I began my search for powers. These powers lies in the book of the prophecy. I have to find it.

I turned to the next page: Could it be that all the answers I need lies in the child of the MALTHUS? The same people that took my parents away. A perfect revenge plan.

“What is this?” I found a piece of paper in between the page of the journal. It looked like a ripped out page from a much older book with a few words also highlighted.

Every hundred years, a child in the MALTHUS bloodline are born with special powers. It would be the combination of all the ancient alphas who possessed the real powers of werewolf. This child would become the strongest and would live through time. But be warned, to every strong willed, there is always a weakness.

“A weakness,” I muttered turning to the next page reading through Ryan’s written words.

On the night of the blood moon, if the blade of time is pierced through the heart of the Chosen one, the powers passes from the body of the chosen into the one who wields the blade.

“The blood moon, that sounds familiar. When is the blood moon?” I asked looking through the pages.

The blood moon is the red moon that occurs after a millennium.

“When was the last blood moon and when is the next?” I looked through the pages again as I found a marked calendar.

“Oh my God, its in two weeks. The blood moon is in two weeks. If the blood moon is in two weeks, then it mean that… oh my God!”

“The chosen one? What powers do they mean? This doesn’t just makes any sense. Could it be that? No no, it can’t be. I am not even powerful enough as a normal werewolf. Maybe it could be another family. If this is true how come my parents never mentioned it to me. Perhaps they didn’t know too.”

At this point, I had finally lost my cool as I paced around completely forgetting where I was. And then like a needle that pricks through my flesh, it just came to me.

“Fortnight,” that was what I heard him say that day by the door. If I was wrong about every other thing, I just couldn’t be wrong about this one. If what I had just gone through was real, then Ryan was never who I thought him to be. I felt my lungs collapsing as I began to gasp for breath, my lips had gone dry and cold sweat appeared on my forehead. I didn’t know how to wrap my head around anything.

I was caught in between believing if it was actually true and saving myself from whatever it was. Voices came from around the office and I knew that I needed to leave just immediately. I navigated my way down to my room.

It was clear that Ryan had tricked me into believing that I could actually be free from his shackles. I crashed on the bed as soon as I got back into the room and the walls of the room didn’t feel like home anymore instead it reminded me of the walls in the dungeon. Maybe I was thinking too far. I didn’t know, but why did my heart keep beating so fast whenever I thought about it?

Even if I tried to deny it, some part of me still wanted to believe that I was this chosen one and my days at the manor was numbered. It was either I leave or be a major part of whatever Ryan was cooking up and whatever it was, didn’t feel good. All hopes came crashing down, it was worse now as I didn’t feel safe being around the manor.

I needed to do something and I knew that I needed to do it fast. My eyes felt hot and my head banged even more as I thought about it. Besides the loud bang in my head, my head just felt empty.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m fucked,” I shot my eyes as I fell to the ground tears rushed freely. I just couldn’t control it. The lost hope, the fear that I might not just leave here but I might not leave here alive. Could it be that Ryan never really forgave my parents? It all made sense to me now why he had let my parents go and asked me to stay instead because I was the one valuable to him. He had kept me awaiting the moment for when the blood moon was near.

How could I have been so blind to everything that was going on around me? I had developed itchy feet. The manor wasn’t safe anymore for me, in just a few more days, Ryan would lose it all and finally show me who he truly was, I wasn’t ready to find out.

“How would I leave this place? Fuck!” I threw off the clothes that laid on the bed and a card fell to the ground. I walked over it and recognised it. It was the card that Kieran had given at the meeting.

“Yes… yes, I know what I must do,” I chuckled as hope sprung up. I walked over to the phone darling the number from the card in it. It rang for a while as I paced around the room. And then there was a static sound before it connected.

“Hello,” I heard the voice from the other end.

“Hi, uhmm Kieran?”

“Who is this?”

“It’s me, the girl from the werewolf council meeting.”

“What is your name?”

“Clara.”

“Oh, I knew you would call. You just took longer than I expected.”

“This is not a time to show your pride and arrogance.”

“I guess you just needed the time to think about it. So have you decided to come with me or stay with your little Alpha King?”

“That is not why I called Kieran.”

“Then why have you called?”

I heard footsteps approaching towards the door and then the keys from outside before the guards opened it. But I had been fast enough to cover the duvet over myself on the bed as I pretend sleep. I held the phone tightly and in a second, he was gone.

“Hello Clara are you there?”

“Yes.. yes, I am.”

“Are you okay? What’s going on over there?”

“Never mind, I’m fine at least for now.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I will tell you all about it but first, we need to see. I need your help and I don’t want Ryan to know about it.”

“Okay, meet me by the well in the woods by midnight. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Thank you,” I hung up.

“Phew! That wasn’t so hard,” I said.

Now the real problem was getting to leave the manor unnoticed.