29. Birth of a Lycan

A sickening dread churned in his stomach as he turned the body over. The blood drained from his face when he recognized her—it was Marianne. Lucian’s cries echoed through the forest, a mournful sound filled with anguish and regret. He looked down at his bloodstained hands, trembling as the weight of his actions crushed him, he could feel blood in his mouth. In his grief, he decided there was only one way to end his torment—he would take his own life. But fate had other plans. The binding spell between Lucian and his newborn son had yet to fully activate—it required twelve hours to take effect. And those 12 hours had passed when Lucian pressed a blade to his wrists and let his lifeblood flow, the spell’s connection reached out to his child. The baby, still too young to comprehend the world, screamed in agony, feeling the same searing pain through their unbreakable bond. Yet, like his father, the infant was immortal and could not die. Lucian remained oblivious to the suffering he was inf