In our world, we shifters—who include witches, demons, angels, vampires, werewolves, dragons, and lycans—share our existence alongside humans. Each race governs its own territory, presiding over vast empires shaped by ancient lineage and tradition maintaining a delicate balance of power. Above all, Guiding us is the National Council of Elders, composed of representatives from all races, tasked with overseeing laws that ensure harmony and benefit all factions in our diverse society.
Following the emergence of human freedom, they ventured into uncharted territories of innovation, they harnessed the power of technology, crafting advancement in medicine, revolutionizing laboratories, and engineering intricate machinery, and more, all aimed at improving their quality of life and safeguarding themselves against supernatural forces. In unison with them, we shifters embarked on our journey of modernization, collaborating and conducting business with the human, ensuring that we were not left behind in this rapid progression, we called modern era.
It's been ages since Marcus assumed the mantle of the lycan king. Time flows differently for us-our lifespans extend beyond that of humans, particularly for being like dragons and lycan.
Marcus leadership has been marked by both compassion and an unyielding strictness. He balances the harshness of a ruler with the devolution of a protector. revered by his subjects for prioritizing their needs but is feared for his intolerance towards disrespect, betrayal, and disobedience.
Though the Lycans remain somewhat isolated, they still maintain a channel of communication and social ties with the outside world, but only the high-ranking noble members enjoy the privilege of such interactions. They blend their ancestral traditions with contemporary practices, utilizing modern technology to ensure adapting to modern advancements, and their survival and relevance in this new age.
Marcus, the enigmatic lycan king, is known for his cold-hearted demeanor. He believes that ruling does not require the presence of a queen, maintaining that he is sufficient in his solitude. Women, to him, serve a singular purpose: to quench his physical desires when stress weighs heavily upon him.
As Marcus sits resolutely, diligently sorted through the pile of paperwork in the dimly lit confines of his office at the palace, he is interrupted by a sudden knock reverberating against the heavy wooden door.
"Come in," he commanded, his voice echoing with authority.
The door creaked open, revealing Aiden, his loyal beta and second-in-command; Damon, his Gemma, and third-in-command; and his sister, Dahlia, whose concerned expression immediately caught his attention.
"Hello Marcus, how is your day shaping up?" Dahlia inquires, her voice laced with warmth.
"I'm managing well, but what's the matter?" he replied without lifting his gaze, his attention still fixated on the mountains of documents before him.
Dahlia leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I have something urgent to share-something vital regarding the looking war."
"Surely you jest. How could you overlook something of this magnitude? Or is this a secret meant to be kept from the council?" Marcus chides her lightly, raising an eyebrow.
She regards him with seriousness etched across her features. "This concerns you directly, Marcus," she insisted, her tone earnest.
"Oh! Then what is it?" he asked, looking up, confusion furrowing his brow.
"It's about the prophecy. You must find your mate—the one destined to be our queen. Only together, you two would be the key to prevailing and hope to win this war," she stated, her voice resonating with urgency.
"Dahlia, are you making a joke about finding my mate? You cannot be serious about me embarking on a quest to find a mate, I'm not interested in such things," he countered, irritation creeping into his voice.
"Marcus, as your sister, I genuinely want what's best for you. I wouldn't fabricate something so vital for our race, this is why I kept it from the elders, I know you will not comply. This is too important to be taken lightly," she added, her tone growing firmer.
"The role of your mate is Paramount. You must seek her out," she implored.
"And how exactly could she possibly play a crucial role? Is she going to wield a sword on the battlefield?" he retorted, irritation sharpening his words.
"I'm not certain. All I know is that she is a powerful being,
Destined to aid and will enhance your abilities," she explained, her voice steady yet tinged with desperation.
"Marcus, you don't have a choice. We need her for the survival of the supernatural during this impending war, you must find her," Damon chimed in, his voice steady yet urgent.
"But I have no interest, I do not wish to spend my time searching for a mate!" Marcus declares, annoyance brimming in his voice.
"It's not about you, Marcus! Think outside your own desires. Consider the Empire. We need our queen as a nurturing figure during these tumultuous times," Dahlia pleaded, desperation creeping into her tone.
"Yes, she is right. We need her for the empire, especially during this looming conflict, we need our queen," Aiden added, backing her statement.
"Fine, I will search for her after the celebration, but only for the sake of the war," he relents, frustration ebbing into acceptance.
"I know you care for your people. I am proud of you, brother," Dahlia replied, exhaling deeply, relief washing over her.
"Have you two managed to contact the National Supernatural Council? have all races been informed, They all should be informed of our reopening to the world, and our resurgence," Marcus inquired, shifting the focus back to strategic matter, his tone shifting to one of command.
"Yes, we have reached out to them, and we also announced a celebration of our return to the world, inviting all races to join us in two weeks," Aiden confirmed a sense of pride in his delivery.
"Coordinate with the Lycan Oracles to dispel the magic concealing our location within the week, so that the attendees can find us when they arrive," Marcus instructed with authority.
"Understood, we will handle it," they responded in unison, and with that, they exited his office.