Capítulo 67: Chapter Sixty-Seven
Present Day
"The command came out shortly after that fight." Lucian continued as he trailed his finger over the rim of his coffee mug. "I was exiled from the pack and branded a rogue. Atlas was officially the Alpha of the pack, and I, the rightful Alpha, was branded." Lucian's voice dripped with bitterness, leaving a sour taste on his tongue as he finished his recount.
Serena was silent. Avoiding the words that perched on the edge of her tongue. She wanted to spit fire and tell him that he was in the wrong, to begin with, but that was not what he needed to hear.
"I can see how the Riverwood Pack may have wronged you..." She hesitated with each word as she walked on eggshells.
"May?" Lucian spat angrily. His fingers tightened around the porcelain mug.
"Not may. No." She rambled, and she began to sprint over the eggshells. "The pack has wronged you, that's very clear to see. You were the firstborn child. They should've gone to you first."
Lucian released the mug, little cracks appeared where his fingers had just been. Serena gulped and closed her eyes, released by the save. He leaned back and crossed his arms, eyeing her closely.
"Yes, they did." He eyed her once more.
"It's not like any of them really knew about your lineage though, so it's natural for them to pick Atlas." She continued rapidly. She spoke quickly in hopes of not upsetting him too much as she spoke the truth or his version of it.
Lucian blinked at her blankly. Almost as though he was trying to recount the entire conversation in his head before replying. Serena shifted nervously as his blank eyes landed on her.
He leaned forward and clasped his hands tightly together.
"You're right. I shouldn't judge them too harshly." He was almost monotone.
Serena placed her hands firmly on the table and pushed herself away from him. She needed distance from him. He gazed at her, eyes glazed over, as she rose from her chair and left the kitchen. Her footsteps grew quieter and quieter as he sat there, alone.
Once the sound of her door closing reached his ears, the fog that gravitated toward his mind evaporated. He blinked a few times and rose from his place. He entered the living room, grabbed a novel from the shelf, and began thumbing through its soft pages.
Hand-drawn pictures filled a few pages. Each was more intricate than the one before it. Some were of flowers, and some were of wolves, but each told a story. He continued thumbing through the pages until he reached the end. On the last page was a picture of a wolf howling at the moon. But instead of a moon, there was a person draped in white robes looking down on the wolf with pity.
Lucian traced his finger over the woman and down to the text. His eyes skimmed over the words, not completely registering what each syllable meant. Until something caught his eye, that is.
Power.
His heart pounded loudly in his chest as he read the word again. Its sound and spelling were addicting. He read it over and over and over. Until the word rang loud in his head.
His eyes skimmed the page, searching for the start. Once he found it, the words filled his head with their sweet sound and promise.
A promise to bring power to the werewolf that was closest to the moon goddess.
He brought the book closer to his face and breathed in the words below him.
A promise that if they found someone special, their chosen mate, they would obtain a power that was unrivaled. The pure mate. The mate that was fate, only given by the moon goddess would bring that power.
An evil smile spread slowly through Lucian's entire being. The corners of his lips twitched into the evil grin of a foul man. He dropped the book into his lap, a slow chuckle rising deep into his throat.
"This is it." He snickered. He glanced toward Serena's door. "This is my chance."
He rose from the couch, the book clattered to the ground. He slogged toward the door in a daze. The thing he had searched for most was in his grasp. His fingers curled around the bronze doorknob. Its ice-cold metal chilled the burning sensation in his hands.
He jerked his hand off the handle and caressed it with his other hand.
He paced in front of her door, clutching his hand and rubbing circles in the palm.
"This isn't right." He muttered crazily. "I don't even know if that's how that works. I can't just make her believe we are meant to be. It has to be the moon goddess, right?"
He ran to the living room and picked up the book. He skimmed over the page again, soaking in every word as he paced back and forth.
"See. I can't make her love me. The moon goddess needs to approve of it first." He stroked his hair and looked out the window. "But she's already someone's mate..." He trailed off, soaking in his swirling thoughts.
"That's right..." He spun back to the book. "If he dies... then there isn't an Alpha for her to be mated with. And by right, I will have to accept her, and I'll become the Alpha."
The evil smile returned, darkening the entire room in its presence.
"How do I kill him..." He whispered to himself. He flopped back onto the couch and thought of Atlas and the Riverwood Pack. He ran through their shifts, their wolves, the territory, and their rituals. He thought of their traditions and habits, but his mind grew blank. He scoffed at Atlas and their rituals. He slammed the book down and raked his hands through his greasy strands of hair.
As the fire crackled beside him, an evil idea sparked with it. One that would change him and one that would change Serena and Atlas forever.
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
ThreeIce21
ThreeIce21 I apologize for not updating as often. This week has been busy with work and family things. I will be posting more often this week, that is my goal. Thank you for your patience.
Estado de energía semanal
-- Ranking de
Poder 
-- Piedra de
Poder