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.

I suggest

while still shuffling through

looks like

and looked at me with an amused

time I manage to completely shift. So, it would be nice to

of stars….”

smile seemed to widen as I vividly imagined the

blabber a

“Not really”

be honest, I did not

90% of the time, so I did not even bother checking

stuff.

the dresses and replied, “Now, you have to close your

I don’t look

me, you will”

made me put on a sleeping mask to ensure I would not cheat. For the next hour or so, she kept putting on something or the other on my

up brushes touch my skin and the creams and gels with which

dressing elegantly, so I was curious to see what she was doing, but Drusilla didn’t want me to look until she had

anxiety bubbling in me as the day ended and the sun dipped

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

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

to tie a knot with the silky threads of the

in front of anybody before excluding my mother, so it felt a little off. But the dress she had chosen for me needed me to strip down bare so that the

my hair going askew as she buttoned the seams and pulled up the zips on the inside that held the dress together.

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

Drusilla said in a garbled voice,

holding a comb and a hair curler in her hands,

breath and I felt her sag into the bed, plopping herself on the soft

mattress.

to ensure Cal

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

we done? Can I open

no answer for a while and I

me. Biting my lower

in front

the ceiling, and she seemed to

“Dru!! What’s wrong?”

gown,

up from the small chair she had made me sit in. I almost tripped over the folds of the but somehow

on the bed, and

still staring at the ceiling as if something had