Chapter 7

• The early morning light filters through the windows, casting a warm glow on Soraya as she prepares for her journey to the palace of the Supreme Ruler, the Lycan King.
• Soraya stands before a mirror, her dark eyes focused and determined. Her raven dark wavy hair cascades over her shoulders. Soraya wears a red dress with slits on the sides, revealing black tights underneath, paired with black boots. The dress accentuates her beautiful, toned, and shapely fit body. Her fair skin glows with a natural radiance. Terra, her aunt, is helping her dress for the occasion.
• “You look stunning, Soraya. This dress will show your strength and beauty.” Terra smiled warmly
• Soraya nods, “Thank you, Aunt Terra. I need to make a strong impression.”
• Soraya steps into the main room where Demi and Tony are waiting. Demi holds a small, intricately carved wooden box containing the gifts for the Lycan King: amulets, health tonics, and rare herbs.
• Demi handing the box to Soraya, “These are gifts for the Lycan King. They represent our pack’s respect and hope for his favor.”
• Soraya takes the box, her expression serious and grateful, “Thank you, Demi. These gifts are perfect. I’ll make sure he knows how much they mean to us.”
• Tony steps forward, his face a mask of determination. “Remember, Soraya, this journey is as much about showing your strength as it is about gaining the King’s favor. Stand tall and show him the leader you are meant to be.”
• “I will, Tony. For our pack, for our future.” Soraya said with resolve.
• Terra adjusts a final detail on Soraya’s dress, stepping back to admire her niece. “You’re ready, Soraya. The Lycan King will see not just your beauty, but your strength and determination as well.”
• Soraya steps out of her home, the morning sun illuminating her figure. She carries the wooden box with the gifts securely. The dress flows around her legs with every step, the slits allowing her movement as a warrior. Her black boots crunch on the gravel path, each step filled with purpose.
• Demi, Terra, and Tony stand at the doorway, watching her with pride and hope.
• “Good luck, Soraya. May the spirits guide you.” Demi called out.
• “Be safe, and remember who you are.” Terra waived
• Soraya nods, a determined smile on her face as she rides with her brown horse. She turns and begins her journey toward the palace of the Lycan King, her mind focused on the challenges ahead.
• Soraya reaches the borders of the pack, the tranquil Lycan Lake shimmering under the midday sun. The area is quiet, almost serene, but the tranquility stirs unsettling memories within her. She pauses, her eyes drifting towards the lake, and a flash of what happened that night after they buried her mother fills her mind.
• The scene is dark and hazy, filled with the echoes of grief and an unexpected, overwhelming desire. Soraya is lying by the lake, the moonlight casting a silver glow on her and the stranger who held her close. The memory of losing her virginity to the mysterious man washes over her, a mix of confusion and longing.
• Soraya shakes her head, trying to dispel the lingering emotions. She looks around apprehensively, her heart pounding with the fear of encountering the man again. She quickens her pace, her eyes scanning the area nervously.
• Soraya hurries along the path that skirts the lake, riding swiftly and purposefully. She keeps her head down, avoiding any potential glances towards the lake where her memories are strongest. She was wearing a hooded cape over her dress.
• ‘I miss our mate, Soraya,’ Amethyst whispered in her ears.
• ‘I know girl but we have priority right now, if it’s meant to be he will find us again but not right now.’
• ‘I can’t afford distractions. Focus, Amethyst. The Lycan King awaits.’
• She continues to ride briskly, her mind battling the apprehension that she might see the stranger again. Her determination to reach the Lycan King and secure her pack’s future propels her forward, but the tension in her body is palpable.
• As Soraya nears the edge of the forest, leaving the lake behind, she breathes a sigh of relief. The trees provide a comforting cover, their shadows calming her racing heart. She glances back one last time at the lake, then resolutely turns her gaze forward.
• ‘This is for the pack. Nothing else matters now.’ Soraya said with determination
• She adjusts the box of gifts in her arms, the amulets, health tonics, and rare herbs representing not just offerings to the Lycan King, but the hopes of her entire pack. With a final, deep breath, Soraya rides into the forest, her resolve strengthened and her focus unshakeable.
• Soraya arrives at the imposing main gate of the Lycan Magnanimous Castle. The castle looms above, majestic and intimidating. She approaches the guards standing at attention, holding the box of gifts firmly in her hands. Her heart pounds with a mix of hope and apprehension.
• “I am Soraya of the Blood Pack. I come bearing gifts for the Supreme Leader, the Lycan King. I wish to present them to him personally.” Soraya said with determination.
• The guard, a stern-faced werewolf named GREGOR, eyes her warily. He nods and steps away to relay the message. Soraya waits, the tension building as moments stretch into minutes. Finally, Gregor returns, his expression unchanged.
• Gregor said firmly, “The Lycan King does not wish to be disturbed. He has denied your request for a visit and has refused your offer of gifts.”
• Soraya’s face falls, the weight of the words hitting her like a blow. Her shoulders slump, and she feels a deep, aching sadness in her chest. She clutches the box of gifts tighter, her hopes crumbling.
• “But... these gifts are meant to show our respect and seek his favor. Please, I need to see him. It’s crucial for my pack’s future.” She was heartbroken because all her efforts went down the drain.
• Gregor shakes his head, “I’m sorry, but the Lycan King’s decision is final. You must leave.”
• Soraya takes a step back, her eyes filling with tears. The realization of her failure sinks in. Without the Lycan King’s favor, her trial by influence is doomed, and her chance to lead her pack slips away.
• ‘What am I going to do now Amethyst?’ Her wolf just cried inside her.
• She turns away from the gate, her heart heavy with despair. Each step feels like a struggle as she begins to walk back, the castle’s grandeur now a symbol of her rejection and the dashed hopes of her pack.
• Soraya continues to walk, her mind racing with thoughts of what she could have done differently. She feels the crushing weight of the responsibility she carries, knowing that her failure here could mean the end of her dreams and the pack’s future.
• ‘I can’t give up. There has to be another way.’ With a final, deep breath, Soraya straightens her shoulders and wipes away her tears. She may be heartbroken, but she is not defeated. "I can’t go back to the pack like this," she thinks, picturing the hurt faces of Terra, Demi, and Tony in her mind.