Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 84

Zenovia

“Change? In what way?”

“I would have told you, but Callahan is the King and he wants to do it when he feels the time is right. I only hope you awaken your wolf today, so I don’t have to be so tight-lipped around you.”

She said, and it somehow made me feel both anxious and a bit relieved.

“Are you going to sacrifice me in some ritual?” I asked and was rewarded with a chuckle.

“Callahan does not believe in rituals or sacrifices. Hell, he does not even believe in the Moon Goddess anymore. So you don’t have to worry about that.”

“But why?” I blurted out.

We all were creatures of the Moon Goddess. Selene had bestowed us with a power to shift into our wolves after we reached a certain age, granting us inhuman strength and power.

We all worshipped her so it was odd to hear that the King, the person who ruled us all, did not believe in our deity.

It was said that many years ago, Selene was born as an unwanted child to a Greater God, who ignored her for his other offsprings who were far more stronger and powerful. Selene used everything she could to please her father, but he would always turn a blind eye to her.

One such day some lesser gods united against her to eradicate the weakling, so she fought with them and left the Kingdom to make one where no one could reach her, high in the sky.

The moon became her throne and kingdom and the first being who she saw after claiming her throne was an ordinary

wolf.

Legend says that she blessed the wolf with her strength and that was how our race was born.

Of course, there were many such stories told to us when we were young, so I had heard some variation of the same story in every single one.

But I had not heard of a single person not worshipping or believing in her, so it was quite strange.

I waited for Drusilla to answer me, but she pretended to not listen to me. She instead walked past me and stood in front of the open wardrobe looking at the clothes.

“Hmm, we have to find something that will show how strong you are”

“I don’t really see the need to dress up” I made the same argument I had shared with Maria, but Drusilla shook her head.

“Sorry. King’s orders”

I made a face, but Drusilla stuck her tongue out and began pulling out a few dresses for me to wear.

“Hmm, this looks too formal,” she said while picking up a business suit.

“Nah, this one’s too chic” she said, dismissing another, and I kept waiting for her to arrive at a conclusion.

When she had thrown almost a dozen of dresses on the bed with a frown, I raised a hand.

suggest something?”

still shuffling

I wear something that looks like the night sky?”

shuffling and looked at me with an amused

up and this time I manage to completely shift. So, it would

of stars….”

vividly

I blabber a lot?”

“Not really”

down in the wardrobe. To be honest, I did not even know there were so many dresses inside the wardrobe.

the gym wear and pajamas 90% of the time,

stuff.

with one of the dresses and replied, “Now, you have

look good in it?”

you will”

mask to ensure I would not cheat. For the next hour or so, she kept putting on something or the other

which

knew the basics of make-up or dressing elegantly, so I was curious to see what she was doing, but Drusilla didn’t want me to look until she had the final look complete…whatever that meant.

anxiety bubbling in me as the

the moonlight fell on them, while others took a bit of time, extending from minutes to hours

so I was not sure what to expect. I sent a silent prayer to the moon goddess to help me find my wolf. Mentally, I also prepared myself for the worst case scenario of not awakening

to tie a knot with

a little off. But the dress she had chosen for me needed me to strip down bare

like a mannequin as she pushed me through the dress, my hair going askew as she buttoned the seams and pulled

brushed against the fabric, and I felt it to be satiny soft. It did feel snug and not as if my insides were being

and Drusilla

and a hair curler in her hands, for

out a huffed breath and I

mattress.

need to ensure Cal pays me for

point, but had turned me away from the mirror so I wouldn’t take a sneaky

are we done? Can I open my eyes?”

and I wondered what

my lower lip, I

front of me,

ceiling, and she seemed to be having a

“Dru!! What’s wrong?”

gown,

small chair she had made me sit in. I almost tripped over

was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and

her, but she was still staring at the ceiling as if something had suddenly possessed