Her Dark Lycan
prologue

"Yes alpha, the pack has been finished, though i must say Alpha Josh did put up a fight," the new pack memberreported, standing at attention in front of their alpha, as he stood in front of the glass windows, his back to them,staring out at the dark cloudy skies, ones in likeness to his soul, dark, dark and angry.

As the rumbling of the clouds indicated that a storm was soon to come, as their alpha stood straight, the broadexpanse of his shoulders blocking their view of what was outside, and his tall frame of 6'3 didn't help either, as hewore a dark suit, his entire look sharp.

His hands behind his back, showing light glimpses of the many tattoos that were hidden under his jacket, as thefabric around his arms stretched, trying to hold in the rippling muscle underneath that threatened to break free.

His hair, ended right above his nape, as they looked messy from him running his rough tan hands through them.

He then turned around, assessing his warriors that had brought them news, both of them were in their 20's tall andbuilt, but they couldn't compare to their alpha.

His hair was in likeness to his thick brows, dark, as dark as midnight, as dark as a starless night sky. While hisfeatures were sharp and hard, his jaw was square and chiseled, with a light stubble on it, his cheekbones were highand wide, his nose straight, his lips firm and full, and his skin tan.

His penetrating gaze left the best of men trembling under his dark gaze.

"Is there anything else alpha?” The warrior asked, trying to keep his voice strong

"Was there anything else that needed my attention?" He asked, his voice deep and rich, carrying authority in it.

It was then that the curious new pack member lifted his gaze, and for the first time looked into his alphas eyes,They say eyes are the window to the soul, the trembling warrior didn't know what to say after he looked into hissuperiors eyes.

One of his eye was a dark glacier blue, like looking into the depths of the ocean, like being drowned by tidal waves,the iris had a thin black ring surrounding it, like that of darkness surrounding the silver of the moon. The otherhowever, was a warm green with flecks of gold around the pupil, the kind of gold that looked like droplets of thesun. Ice and fire, such beautiful contradictions, and they were staring right at the frozen warrior, waiting for hisanswer.

His eyes framed by thick and dark lashes, adding to his allure.

The other warrior next to him, cleared his throat to get the attention of his new friend who seemed to be rooted to hisplace and tongue tied, to save himself from the impatient alphas wrath, he answered for his dear friend instead,

"No alpha, that was all." he said, his head slightly bent with respect.

The alpha nodded curtly and both the warriors left

Dante Enzo Salvatore, alpha of the Dark Crescent pack, one of the most biggest and fiercest pack ever known,feared by all

After the death of his parents, at the age of 19, he took the rightful place as alpha, with his own blood and sweat heraised the pack to what it was now, he was dark, cold and ruthless, now at the age of 28 he was still mateless, somecalled it a curse for his dark doings, destroying packs who didn't do as he wished. He was also a lycan

The alpha only believed in a few things and love, was not one of them. He gave up on ever replaceing a mate, he neverwanted one.

He bedded women when he desired for them to tend to his carnal needs, and that was all, no attachments. A goodfuck was enough.

No one ever questioned him, and the ones who did, didnt Live to see tomorrow.

She walked down the muddied forest floor, clutching the straps of her back pack, today the weather didn't seem aspleasant as it did the day before, the clouds were rumbling, warning her to replace shelter.

She had escaped and it had been two days since, walking around human towns, trying to replace somewhere to live tospend the night and start her journey the next day, hoping to replace refuge in a pack where she could blend in and notbe noticed, and try to carry on with life.

Her old pack, Blood Moon pack had been attacked by the Dark Crescent pack, all her pack members including heruncle were now dead. She didn't mind

The pack had been nasty to her, treating her like filth, she had been demoted to omega for no reason, and she was inthe hands of her uncle ever since her parents had died in a fire, her uncle was an abusive drunk, at the age of 20 shehad no freedom, she would be beaten by her uncle and mocked by her pack members, she had no friends, and shestill hadn't found her mate, normally werewolves found their mates when they turned 18, but that wasn't so forVenus Harrison.

At the night of the attack, she escaped, with the help of the moon goddess who guided her, answering her prayersShe walked into a gas station, bought some snacks for the way and walked to the bathroom, as she washed her handsshe looked up into the mirror, she looked better, compared to the days back in her old pack, the bruises on her bodyhad vanished, as she assessed her features, satisfied with how she looked.

Her warm beige coloured skin was clear, except for the light freckles under her eyes, her nose was small, and herlips pink and plump, her brows were arched and in likeness to her hair, a beautiful shade of pecan brown, her eyeswere a hickory as rich as the earths soil, stained with the color of hot chocolate on a cold day, they were a deepearthy brown, but as when the sun rays touched them they were copper against honey and when they watered theyglowed like two perfect orbs the same shade as nature after it rains.

Her eyes were framed by thick and long lashes, making them more stunning upon ones eye, as she ran her soft handsthrough her locks, as she then gathered her waist length straight hair into a pony tail.

As she straightened her shirt that had slight wrinkles to them, her hour glass figure mostly called unwanted attentionfrom men, as the unmated males in the pack tried to get a taste of her but she was stronger in fighting back.