The Lycan's Hunt

{This story contains themes of sexual content, attempted sexual assault, violence, captivity, psychological distress, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised.}

PART ONE: THE MISSION AND THE UNKNOWN

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ANNATORIA

"Fresh humans for our pleasure." Some wicked chuckles mocked the fear in the air. "Could this night get any better?"

I deafened my ears to the rest of that statement as my nose wrinkled at the scent of the approaching rain.

Then, I smirked. Working in the rain is the best. It brightens my focus.

So, as I slacked the confidence in my shoulders, I silently prayed for the rain to arrive. I need it to survive the issues lying ahead.

As planned, I am currently blindfolded in a rickety bus. But the nature of my captors and the main purpose of my mission are the problems.

"Line them up!" The vehicle halted in response to that command, and without delays, the heftiness of the captors tussled the bus.

"Get out! Get out, you fucking cunts!"

Their vile words were as terrible as their rough hands. I confirmed that when one of them pushed me out, as if I had the eyes to see the path ahead.

Honestly, it's not a big deal.

Moving blindfolded is easy, but the other captives are simple women who, unfortunately, fell into the trap of the vicious werewolves who have been hunting humans for many years.

I landed on my feet and allowed the beastly hand that was squeezing my arm to drag me.

Seconds later, I was positioned between two women who were profusely begging for their lives with hot tears.

Sometimes, I wonder how it would feel to be in a position where I cannot tackle my opponent.

I hope I never find out. I love winning. And I want to keep winning.

Suddenly, my blindfold was yanked off. After a few eye twitches, I glanced at the caramel beauty of my hands.

Then, I clasped them behind me, and the view ahead beckoned to me.

The moon, in its far place, could not save this place from its eeriness. And worse, every single element- the thick forest, the rocky ground, the chilly air, the darkened clouds, the wolf beasts and the enormous, forlorn-looking castle in the middle of everything- all worked together to scare an ordinary human or any unsuspecting prey.

Even I felt a little chill run down my spine, and uneasiness knotted my stomach.

Undoubtedly, with the distinct wickedness in the air, this is the werewolf realm.

After a deep swallow, I glanced at the castle again. That is the abode of the Lycan King of the werewolves.... The abode of my target.

"What is this bitch looking at?" One of the hefty wolves interestingly transformed into his human form and landed a hot slap on my cheek. Before my eyes could ignite anger, he hollered, "Keep your fucking dirty eyes glued to the ground!"

I itched to return the hit, but that would not work in my favour,