Even the King himself was scared. It was as if the power of a Phoenix has been entrapped in this young male's body.

In one felt swoop, Lucien beheaded the King of Alphas. He had coronated himself as the new King.

The King of Werewolves.

King Lucien, there was a ring to his name as he stretches his hands and welcomes the cheers of the people.

Why were they cheering? Did he not kill their King in front of their eyes? Did the previous King not care for them well which made them sigh from their chests as soon as he died?
Eitherway, all he cared about was that title beside his name.

King Lucien.

And that was how he finds himself wandering about in the woods at night. The dark woods of LA aren't something that is spoken of either, they are resident creatures that should be hidden forever. Sirens and witches lurked in the bushes, calling for blood.

The drunken new King wandered to the east aimlessly, he was confident with himself that he should find his way back. Suddenly, he catches up to a few sounds, as if someone was yelling for help.

Snarling sounds were heard. Along with his hiccups, he also heard the screams of a woman. She wasn't close by, he thought to himself.

"Help!" She screams. The male rolls his eyes and shifts into his wolf when he discovers that a human girl was held captive after what seems like a tiresome bike chase. The Harley Davidson is by the side, the engine still running as the woman screamed for help.

The vampires, as he guessed, were pulling her up by her limbs to capture her as their slave.

"Leave her..." he slurs upon his words. Hearing his voice, they all turn to see the male in faltering steps by the tree, only his silhouette visible.

"Or what?"

Lucien chuckles gravely, his shoulder bouncing with delight.

"You don't want to know that."

It was because he was mutated. Without his permission. He was made into a lab rat when he was barely eleven years old.

And that...turned him into the monster he had become as of now.

The girl, a huntress by profession stares at the dead bodies in awe whilst the crossbow remains untouched by the side of her waist. Her little waist was adhered with a leather belt, a support system for handling all her problems namely the knife, a crossbow and a gun.

A few pills in her pocket, too.

Killing the vampires was easier than I looked, that's where the girl grew confused about the character she just bumped into. Even if the bumping part was planned, she wasn't explained about what kind of creature she was dealing with.

The male licks his lips, smacks his hips with his open fists and looks at the woman staring at him like she witnessed a literal ghost.

"Are you going to speak or should I assume you're one of them?" He sternly asks the woman, but she steps back from him, appalled by the smell of alcohol from his speech.

"Um... I do not know if this concerns you but I'm a huntress." He begins chuckling at her.

"Darling, you gotta be specific about being which huntress-"

"Vampire! Vampire... I'm a vampire huntress." She says in a hurried manner, afraid that he will behead her.

"I can see that. Well, I don't drive a bike, do you?" He asks the woman, pointing his finger at her whilst she curtly nods under the moonlight.

"Then what are we waiting for? Drop me home." He demands.

"B-but I have to-"

"Are you defying the king of werewolves now?" He asks her, she stands horrified when she realizes, "Oh! So you're the new King of werewolves! No wonder you killed them single handedly!"

"Do I have to use my feet too or what? Of course I'll use my hands to kill."

"Jeez, and you're drunk as hell. Well, please tell me where the palace is, your majesty." The woman says, Lucien chuckles in a drunken way and sways left and right.

"Come on. I'll lead you on the way."

Driving through the woods on an uneven terrain, the King of werewolves finally reaches the palace gates when the guards run towards him with concern. He stops them on their tracks right away, climbing down the Harley Davidson whose engine sound was distracting him from his thoughts.

Taking initiative, he switches the engine off manually, gazing straight into the woman's soul as she finally removes her helmet that has been atop her head.

"Come inside, you look hungry and sick as hell." Lucien had no filter to his mouth when he says offensive things towards people. The encouragement to speak such things to people came from the confidence that no one will ever harm him at all.

Even if they shot a bullet through him, he'd take most of five minutes to recover completely. That was the worst of his mutation.

The girl in front of him doesn't know that yet, so she speaks back at him.

"You can f*cking force me into things!" She yells in his face. The male closes his eyes, smiling at her whilst slowly moving back and shrugging his shoulders, "Every action has a consequence, baby girl!"

Her mouth fell ajar at how indecently he was talking to her.

Before she could speak anything against him, a group of guards abducted her from her bike, which was specially instructed to keep safe in the garage, for it gave the king a ride back to his palace.

She falls unconscious despite her protests, after all, the woman was just a meek little human girl.

Upon conquering her senses back, the woman looks around and observes her surroundings to be a really royal-looking room. She thinks she is escorted inside when she was unconscious last night, might as well be sweetly adored by the king to stay alive for this long too.