LUCIUS
My heart began to race as soon as I heard the news, which has been circulating like wildfire. As I heard the other pack members' remarks, I experienced numbness in my limbs. I knew that they would all believe that I was unable to fight in the duel and was incompetent. There are reports circulating that I would need to engage in combat in order to obtain her as my mate, and that's not all—I'll also need to engage in combat with Alphas from several packs. I was aware that I might not be able to compete with any of them and that I might pass away before I could do so.
I was aware that I couldn't bear to disagree with my bosses, but I would do anything to be with my partner. Speaking of my partner, I've heard that I visited her office to find out what she thought of the situation. There was nothing she could say or do to stop me from going through with the duel, even though I knew she could be afraid and not want me to. She could never stop me from doing that, I promise. I was aware that she had no power to overthrow the councils. I won't want her or myself to perish at the hands of a council member since everyone who wishes to rebel against the council will be killed.
As I approached her office, I saw that it was locked. It crossed my mind to wonder if she had gone to the council to request that they put an end to this. I was aware that she would eventually die, and I want that to not happen. I'm not in favor of her being killed. I want her to, and I will die contentedly if I must perish in the struggle. I would be aware that I battled for my love, but what would happen to her if I fled like a coward? Will I be allowed to observe her from a distance with someone else?
I was hoping and praying that she would not go to the council and express her disagreement with their decision. I was aware that if she did that, they might kill her; therefore, it wouldn't be good. All I could do was pray she didn't do it. I saw Samuel as I was leaving the building after leaving her office. I turned and headed toward him, looking frightened.
"Hope Freya didn't go to the council." I asked, and he gave me a sideways head shake, which made me feel relieved.
He said, "No, she didn't," and I let out a big sigh before turning to leave him.
Since the day she kissed me, Freya has avoided me, and I haven't had a chance to speak with her. Whenever we get together to eat in the dining room, she always finds a way to get away from me while blushing. I was aware of the reason behind it as well as the reason she had fled. I took up the book that had dropped from her grasp and set it down on my desk. I was aware that she might have carried it to my room so I could read it.
I haven't been able to think of anything else because of the kiss. I have read the letter that Selene wrote me, and I responded to her. I don't care if she thinks I would leave my mate because of what the council suggested. I would go to any lengths to claim her as my own. I would put up with any struggle to have her as my partner. To be able to live in harmony with my partner, I would struggle and would do everything in my power to prevail.
I made my way determinedly to my chamber. My leg struck the table I had the books on as I entered my room, causing it to fall to the floor. I opened the book to a page where I could see my back tattoo, drawn inside. In amazement, I stared at the paper, unsure of what to say or do. My mouth dropped open in disbelief that such a thing had been in my room for a while.
I picked up the book off the floor and moved to the mirror so I could compare the two. In a hurry, I took off my clothing to see what was in the book and to see if the tattoo was still there. When I realized they were the same replica, I gasped in shock. I was positive that the book would include information concerning my tattoo that I should be aware of. Given that Freya brought it, I knew it would partake in it. She brought it to me after obviously reading the contents. I was aware that I would have learned more about the book if it weren't for the events of that day. I turned the page of the book and began to read.
I was astonished to learn that I was a lycanthrope and that, in addition, my species was endangered due to a similar tattoo on my back. I stare at it endlessly, unsure of what to say or do. I was dumbfounded and certain that, if I were trained, I would be able to defeat an Alpha one at a time. I'm eager to try, even though I know it won't be possible. I couldn't help but wonder why, rather than being a powerful Lycan, I am an Omega. I must have experienced anything that could have led to the loss of my abilities. Knowing that must have been the case hurts me. For whatever reason, I may have lost all of my abilities, and I doubt that I will be able to hear it again. I was aware that my wishes would not be fulfilled.
I was unable to suppress my sadness. I had to let out a cry. I was aware that I would need my powers again in this very moment, but I no longer possess them. It no longer works for me. I'm positive that omegas have a small structure and are weak, but I don't have that. I suppose that's a part of my Lycan self, yet I have such a large structure that someone may mistake me for an alpha. I realized that if my large figure is a result of my Lycan identity, then I am most likely the last Lycan, to be exact.
I understood that all I needed to do was train myself and stop depending on my lycanthropic abilities, as they might not be genuine or cease to exist. I was aware that I could defeat the Alphas if I put in a lot of training and developed my Lycan abilities. I hope to get my Lycan power so that I can take down Alphas.
I was lost in my own thoughts when Freya entered the room through the open door. She approached me and gently patted my shoulder, causing me to turn to face her.