Lycan's Lust

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Summary

**This story contains smut, erotica, romance, and mature situations. You have been advised and warned.** Rafe was an ancient lycan, he existed before modern-day humans walked the earth. He had been cursed by the Ancient Ones after an incident involving his clan. Rafe was considered the most wrathful man to have ever existed, in turn, the Ancient Ones decided to curse him with the worst curse they could muster... Eternal life, eternal loneliness, eternal forced solitude... Until Evanna...

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Chapter One: Leaving Spain

Rafe looked around and studied his surroundings, his steely gray eyes piercing the trees and bushes. The Spanish landscape never ceased to amaze Rafe as he scanned the area, his jaw flexing, preparing himself for the journey across the Spanish land into the coast.

It looks clear, I have to get moving before the sun rises completely. Rafe thought to himself, still scanning the area. The sky was was turning a peachy orange with the sunrise and the dim light was glinting off a small lake to the west. I'll head down to the valley and take a quick dip, it would help cover some of my scent and I can travel safely. Rafe stepped away from the treeline and into the open valley and headed west to the lake. Once at the lake Rafe stripped his dirty, sweaty clothes and stepped into the clear, sparkling water. He dipped his hands in and cupped some water and commenced pouring the water over his thick, black hair. The cool water was refreshing on his sweaty skin, he took a deep breath and submerged his entire body into the water, he felt all his muscles release their tension from his neck to his feet as he relaxed. His bronzed muscles flexed and rippled under the water, his mind started to drift and he thought he sensed someone near by.

Rafe climbed out of the water, still dripping, he put on clean clothes from his backpack and put his shoes back on. He continued west through the valley and down into a ravine where he decided to make camp for the night. This will do. I want light a fire tonight, I don't want to draw attention from any lurking lycans or other rogues. I don't feel like fighting. Rafe placed his bedding down and attempted sleep, but every twig snapping and bush swaying woke him. Damn it, rest never comes easy when you feel like every creature in the forest is watching you try to rest, it's like they know, their gaze insulting him with a penetration only an intruder could feel... Rafe stretched his legs and rose with the sun, he sniffed the air and sensed someone close by, someone just as dangerous and alone as he was.