The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 200: Chapter 200

Hands grabbed weapons, all in haste. Hair tied in a bun. Marks drawn on their faces. Whispers of prayers to the heavens.
Lylah wondered if the moon goddess could actually hear prayers.
What does she look like anyway?
"I heard you were a sister to the moon goddess," Lylah said to Drakora. "What's she like?"
Lylah was playing with her dagger; the combat wear Sylra had stitched for her suited her perfectly, cladding her lean-built frame. She had plenty of daggers hidden in her straps.
There was no fear in her eyes, but a hint of excitement. It had been a while since she had spilled blood. Deep down, she knew this wasn't the end for them.
"We were. But after I was cast down to Earth, I barely had memories of her. In fact, I'd say none. All I was reminded of was what I had done."
Lylah nodded, wondering what might have happened if Drakora hadn't interfered. Which realm would have won?
Of course, the Dragon realm. Imagine one dragon, Lily.. Large and so terrifying. Not to mention many of them roaring fire from above.
And now, the moon realm was the one attacking. Aren't they tired of the constant 'For the sake of the realm' shit?
These Ouroboros didn't even exist when the war happened, including her sister, whom they had hurt and cast aside.
Funny how she was trained to be a warrior to protect the moon realm.
Now she was fighting against them.
The route the wolves was already known, and the Ouroboros planned to ambush them right there.
They had a little army of seven hundred, while the moon realm had roughly two thousand men coming.
While the frail women and children, including Rheal, were taken to a safe place, Lylah discussed how the moon realm's weapons and combat worked.
She also shared what she thought they might be planning. From her perspective, Rodaric was probably the one leading the war.
"What about the weapon they used on you that day we came to rescue you? Any idea what it was?" Zav asked.
They were all in a tent, with a large sheet of strategy being laid out.
"No idea, but it looks familiar. I've seen a drawing on the desk of their Beta... I mean the one before."
Lylah's jaw clenched.
"You were close to the previous Beta?"
Lylah shrugged. "Not that much."
They could all tell she was lying by the way she sounded, but they didn't ask further, sensing it was a topic she didn't want to discuss.
Drakora took over. She spoke with wisdom, though Lylah could sense the subtle concern in her voice.
The chance of winning this war was close to zero.
Even though they had fire, and they were brilliant with herbs, poison, and wild animals.
“We’ll lure them through the Death Gorge. The narrow path will slow them down. Eryz and the other swift-runners will trigger the traps from the high ground," Drakora said. "We can't afford to make any mistakes."
Eryz nodded, heading out with a few men.
The narrow path was the fastest way for the wolves to reach them. But it was narrow, full of trees that would aid the Ouroboros' first defense against the wolves.
Outside, the men arranged their weapons for the outer field, before the hills that led to their home.
Their weapons were impressive, large and wickedly crafted, forged from obsidian and ancient dragon bone known to resist force.
Their blades were intricately crafted, mostly curved with sharp ends. Spears shot out chains with sharp edges, capable of severing an enemy's neck.
Blades could be worn around the arm, designed for close, brutal combat.
Large shields for blocking, crafted in a unique way.
Damn, they are brilliant.
Lylah glanced down at her blades, wondering if she should try another weapon.
"Don't even dare," Nyx, her wolf, warned.
"Why not?" Lylah rolled her eyes.
"Remember the day you decided to try using swords to fight in the arena? We almost fucking died."
"Are you scared of death now, Nyx?"
"I'm excited for the war, bloodshed, and screams. Not death."
"Fine," Lylah relented, returning to her wolfbane-coated daggers.
But then she spotted some weapon designs that looked exactly like those of the moon realm.
How could they know the exact designs?
"Nice weapons, I must say," Lylah said to Zav.
"Ah, you must be talking about those," he said, referring to the ones Lylah was staring at. "They were made by a male from the moon realm. Sorry, I forgot to tell you about him..."
Lylah's eyes went wide.
"There's someone from the moon realm here?"
Just then, a voice echoed from behind.
"Lylah?"
Lylah's head snapped back, her eyes widening as she stared at the familiar tall, muscular male clad in a grey tunic with straps holding his weapon.
He now had a beard around his chin, giving him a more mature look. Those scars she recognized were still there.
"Falcon?" she whispered in shock.
“Lylah,” Falcon repeated, while Lylah looked like someone who had just seen a ghost.
“You knew each other?” Zav interjected, blinking.
Falcon's eyes traced Lylah, noting the tattoos, some subtle scars, and the built frame that had been shaped by countless dangerous fights.
“How are you here?” she asked him, then turned to Zav. “How is he here?”
“He needed help. He was with a dying master when we found him. That very day Arianna returned, we found him. He was bloody injured, having just fought a few of his own to protect his master,” Zav explained. “He didn’t look like a threat when he asked for our help and promised to be of use in return. He has been helping us build our defenses for the past years and never told us who he was or about his dying master.”
“A dying master?” Lylah's eyes widened.
Lucas?
She looked at Falcon with a racing heart. “W...was it Beta Lucas?”
Falcon paused, glancing at Zav before looking at her again.
“Wait. Is his master the former Beta you spoke about?” Zav's eyes widened at the realization.
“Let’s talk, Lylah. Alone.” Falcon said.