Prologue
“You were chosen for the auction” the giant creature spoke as I was thrown in the cells. The smell hit her, and sent a wave of nausea through her. Shivering amd cold, Elara scrambled to
lift herself up from the cold wet floor, and try to see her surroundings.
King Draven sat sipping on a whiskey, even though the alcohol didn’t physically phase lycans because of their size and metabolism. He drinks for the taste really, if he truely wanted to ease the void, he would have chosen the ancestral mead of his people. “ Ahh” King Draven roars as he throws the glass across the room. “What the fuck are we going to do… what am I going to do. My people are dying, I’m running out of options.”
Elara, lives in a world where lycanthropes, or werewolves, are both feared and revered.
Mankind lived In oblivion and never knew the dangers that were kept hidden and lurked in the dark, that is until two years ago when the lycans took over society and enslaved humans. No one could stand a chance against them, their shear size and strength and numbers, and suprise attack quickly led the the fall of power of society. Chaos quickly ensued and it was a world of survival and trying to stay alive and stay hidden.
At the age of 22, Elara has evaded being taken for two years.
