Prey Of Lycan Queen Chapter 2


    ~Regan~


    The witches continue their chant, their voices gaining momentum and power. The storm above us is


    growing more violent with each passing moment.


    As my brothers join me, their teeth sinking into Zirah''s flesh, we share the same grim realization that


    our attempts to save her are only fastening her demise. The pain in her eyes is unbearable, as she


    gasps, and I can feel my heart shattering into pieces as I watch her suffer.


    The witches'' chants continue, their voices blending together to create a symphony of power and


    defiance that reverberates through the air. The storm above us is fierce. Lightning cracks through the


    sky like a whip, illuminating the scene below in stark, terrifying detail.


    My brothers and I fight with everything we have to free Zirah from her chains but our attempts don’t


    work and our strength is waning. Our bodies are sumbing to the poison coursing through our veins


    and the pain of burning is bing all-consuming. We''re running out of time, and my desperation


    grows more frantic with each passing second.


    The witches'' chants reach a crescendo, their voices ringing with the finality of a death I''m willing to


    endure at her side. I can feel the power in the air, the storm above us raging with a ferocity that mirrors


    my anguish when Zirah looks at me, tears in her eyes. As her eyes meet mine onest time, a look of


    determination and defiance shining through the pain, I realize who I am looking at... I am staring into


    the eyes of Litha.


    She screams. It''s like a shock wave when she sts us back with insurmountable power.


    “No!” I choke as the air leaves my lungs and I find myself staring up at the stormy sky. Sitting up, I gasp


    as I watch mes engulf her when a woman steps out of the crowd. Her hands glow like beacons in the


    night as she walks toward Zirah, burning in mes. Her graying hair flew freely in the wind like a veil


    behind her, her eyes burning with a ferocity that matches the mes.


    "And from the mes, an Oracle is born. Thest female Lycan. Your true queen." she screams.


    As the final words of the chant echo through the night, I feel a sudden surge of energy. The air crackles


    with magic and power. The storm above us reaches its peak, the winds howling and the rain pelting


    down like it has opened up the floodgates to hell. And in that moment, as Zirah''s body is consumed by


    the mes, I know exactly who I am looking at.


    It''s with startling rity that tortures my soul do I realize I am looking at the true Queen of the High


    Kingdom. I''m looking at Litha''s daughter—our mate.


    Blue mes encase her, so hot the ground heats, and steam rises off the ground as the mes seem to


    reach through to the clouds and all hell breaks loose.


    Charisse, her grandmother, a woman I haven’t seen since the day I helped her escape utters a chant


    and speaks in a voice that resonates with ancient power.


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    “A queen of virtues that ring true, but make no mistake, she no longer bows to you.” The witch''s chants


    grow louder when she finishes it, and I watch in horror at what I’m witnessing.


    "In the face of sacrifice, the truth of destiny shall reveal itself," Charisse screams to the sky as she


    raises her arms, and a smile graces her lips just before a bolt of lightning strikes her down. Darkness


    consumes everyone—the only light emanates from the burning blue mes that flicker in the distance


    and then are consumed by the rain.


    The storm dissipates, and the moon shines with an intensity I’ve never before witnessed, casting its


    silvery glow upon the scene below.


    Everyone''s eyes are drawn to the pir, now reduced to ming rubble and white ash that resembles


    snow. I choke; she is gone. We killed her. We killed our only chance, killed our mate. Zeke wails, and I


    see Gnash, Hunter, and Shadow howl in anguish as theyy on their stomachs, and my soul feels like


    it''s cracking as I hang my head and sob. Time seems to stop around me and the silence is deafening


    when murmurs break out, making me lift my head.


    From the ashes, Zirah emerges, her naked form illuminated by the runes glowing like beacons in the


    night. I gasp at the sight of her. There''s an ethereal aura surrounding her as she steps forward.


    Glowing like the blue mes that I thought killed her and I take her in, my eyes scanning her body and


    the runes thatce her skin.


    The Eye Rune sits below her throat, tattooed into her flesh. Then next, the Star Rune on her sternum.


    Just below it, the Waves Rune; the Air Rune is below that, Fire and Earth next before—the Moon Rune


    which sits just above her navel. The Sun Runey just underneath her belly button glowing brightly,


    andstly, on her pubic bone—the Rings Rune, which I can''t seem to take my eyes off, knowing its


    significance. Interlocking rings symbolize connection, unity, and partnership. We thought she was an


    unwanted mate, but now I realize we are.


    Whispers and gasps fill the air, the gathered crowd is awestruck by the sight of their true queen.


    My father''s shock is palpable as she stands before us, her dark hair cascading down her back. Her skin


    untouched by the mes that had engulfed her moments before. She looks like a goddess, her beauty


    radiating from within. Her eyes burn with intensity, her face a mask of fury, and I can almost feel the


    power emanating from her body. Her posture is regal, as if she has been born and made from the very


    mes that awoke her.


    "But the curse... it said the oracle?" my father whispers as he watches the scene unfold.


    "You''re looking at her," Kelly snarls at him.


    "Kill the Oracle…. reveal the seven virtues, and thest female Lycan, you''re looking at her." Kelly


    directs her fury at my father, who sputters on his hands and knees and I turn my gaze back to Zirah.


    Her steps, however, falter, grief washing over her as she notices her grandmother''s lifeless body on the


    ground—the coven around her sobs. “Grandma?" she murmurs before her scream of heartbreak


    resonates around us guttural and loud as she races over and falls to her knees, clutching her


    grandmother. The weather seems to respond to her emotions, changing swiftly; as Zirah screams her


    anguish. The skies darkened, and the wind howls as if in response to her unbearable grief.


    Thunderps and lightning strikes fill the night sky, and the raines down in sheets. The ground


    shakes with the force of the storm, and the trees sway in the wind. It is as if the heavens are mourning


    with her; the next second, lightning strikes through her.


    The cobbled ground glowed and trembled as if alive, yet her runes glow brighter from the intensity. Her


    body is suddenly illuminated in a blue-white light, and the runes that decorate her body seem to


    shimmer and pulse with life. Sparks fly from her as the lightning pierces her, and the air around her


    crackles with electricity. The cobblestone glows in the light of her runes, sizzling under my hands, the


    thunder and lightning seem in utter harmony with her. It is a sight to behold, one that fills onlookers with


    fear.


    Silence falls over everyone except the coven, who move in tofort her. As they do, a gasp is heard


    in the silence, and everyone freezes. Zirah lifts her head, and the coven steps back when I notice


    Shelley across the square, getting up among the fallen rubble and debris.


    A growl ripples and echoes around us as Zirah turns her gaze to Shelley. Scrambling to her feet,


    Shelley rushes over just as Zirah stands and drops to her knees, clutching Zirah''s legs, and begs her


    for mercy.


    "It was Theron; I had no part in it. I loved her." She pleads.


    Zirah pats her hair, and Shelley thanks her, tears streaming down her face while I gape at the woman''s


    audacity. But Zirah''s expression turns cold as she lifts Shelley''s chin with her fingertips and replies.


    "Loved her so much you killed your own sister?" her hands mp on the sides of Shelley''s head, and


    she gasps. ck tendrils snake across Shelley''s face like intricate webbing.


    Her breath forms clouds of smoke in the air as Shelley''s body freezes solid, her face twisting in terror.


    With a resounding crack, the ice breaks apart, shattering and leaving nothing but shards of the woman


    who betrayed her mother.


    My father''s scream rings loudly through the night while I watch the crowd of people back up in fear.


    Turning my head, my father crawls forward, clutching the shards of his lover turned to broken ice to


    melt on the ground.


    Zirah looks down at him with only what I can describe as pity on her face. I feel nothing at her death,


    yet I can see Mchi feels deeply. As deeply as my father, but he turns his gaze away. "You... Litha


    said it would break the curse,” my father sobs, peering up at her.


    "I am your curse, your mirror, a reflection of how you betrayed my mother," Zirah says coldly. "How


    does it feel, Sloth? Can you sense it, your imminent death? Is it as cold as the betrayal my mother


    felt?" she sneers before lifting her head, her eyes going to Zeke, then Lyon, and finally to me. Her


    anger, grief, and something else I can''t decipher burns in her gaze.


    Lyon, Zeke, and I get to our feet. I stagger toward her when, with an air of regal authority, she peers


    around at the crowd and speaks. "This is my kingdom now. Bow to your queen, or face the wrath of my


    wolves," she orders, ring at the guards before ring at me. Gnash, Hunter, and Shadow join her,


    standing at her side. I swallow, trying to figure out what just happened.


    All around me, people fall to their knees. Their heads bow in submission to their true ruler. The weight


    of her words and the power of her presence leave no room for defiance.


    "Zirah..." I murmur, and her eyes snap to mine.


    "Bow!" she yells with tangible fury. Zeke falls to his knees with an audible oomph, and so does Lyon


    when she walks toward me. Our wolves follow in her steps, and she stops in front of me, then lifts her


    chin to meet my gaze. Yet the burning anger in them is a warning. We hurt her, and now she is going to


    make us pay for it.


    Clenching my teeth, I fall to my knees before her, my gaze not leaving hers. She tilts her head to the


    side, and Gnash growls at me, so I bow my head.


    "Now your fate lies in my hands, and what a damned ce to be," she says before her hip hits my


    shoulder as she walks toward the path leading back to the kingdom.