Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84 

Zenovia 

“Change? In what way?” 

“I would have told you, but Callahan is the King and he wants to do it when he feels the time is right. I only hope you awaken your wolf today, so I don’t have to be so tight-lipped around you.” 

She said, and it somehow made me feel both anxious and a bit relieved. 

“Are you going to sacrifice me in some ritual?” I asked and was rewarded with a chuckle. 

“Callahan does not believe in rituals or sacrifices. Hell, he does not even believe in the Moon Goddess anymore. So you don’t have to worry about that.” 

“But why?” I blurted out. 

We all were creatures of the Moon Goddess. Selene had bestowed us with a power to shift into our wolves after we reached a certain age, granting us inhuman strength and power. 

We all worshipped her so it was odd to hear that the King, the person who ruled us all, did not believe in our deity. 

It was said that many years ago, Selene was born as an unwanted child to a Greater God, who ignored her for his other offsprings who were far more stronger and powerful. Selene used everything she could to please her father, but he would always turn a blind eye to her. 

One such day some lesser gods united against her to eradicate the weakling, so she fought with them and left the Kingdom to make one where no one could reach her, high in the sky. 

The moon became her throne and kingdom and the first being who she saw after claiming her throne was an ordinary 

wolf. 

Legend says that she blessed the wolf with her strength and that was how our race was born. 

Of course, there were many such stories told to us when we were young, so I had heard some variation of the same story in every single one. 

But I had not heard of a single person not worshipping or believing in her, so it was quite strange. 

I waited for Drusilla to answer me, but she pretended to not listen to me. She instead walked past me and stood in front of the open wardrobe looking at the clothes. 

“Hmm, we have to find something that will show how strong you are” 

“I don’t really see the need to dress up” I made the same argument I had shared with Maria, but Drusilla shook her head. 

“Sorry. King’s orders” 

I made a face, but Drusilla stuck her tongue out and began pulling out a few dresses for me to wear. 

“Hmm, this looks too formal,” she said while picking up a business suit. 

“Nah, this one’s too chic” she said, dismissing another, and I kept waiting for her to arrive at a conclusion. 

When she had thrown almost a dozen of dresses on the bed with a frown, I raised a hand. 

“Can I suggest something?” 

“Go on,” she said while still shuffling through the wardrobe. 

“Can I wear something that looks like the night sky?” 

Drusilla stopped shuffling and looked at me with an amused smile. “As in?” 

“As in…today is the full moon and I hope just like last time, my wolf shows up and this time I manage to completely shift. So, it would be nice to wear something that makes me look like I have draped the night sky. Something with a light dusting 

of stars….” 

Her smile seemed to widen as I vividly imagined the dress, and I stopped abruptly. 

“Did I blabber a lot?” 

“Not really” 

She began looking through the blue dresses hanging down in the wardrobe. To be honest, I did not even know there were so many dresses inside the wardrobe. 

I would only grab the gym wear and pajamas 90% of the time, so I did not even bother checking through the rest of the 

stuff. 

Finally, Drusilla seemed satisfied with one of the dresses and replied, “Now, you have to close your eyes. I will let you know when to open.” 

“But…what if I don’t look good in it?” 

“Trust me, you will” 

Saying so, she made me put on a sleeping mask to ensure I would not cheat. For the next hour or so, she kept putting on something or the other on my face. 

I felt the make up brushes touch my skin and the creams and gels with which she styled my hair, dabbed my wrists with some perfume and even painted my nails. 

I had never been someone who knew the basics of make-up or dressing elegantly, so I was curious to see what she was doing, but Drusilla didn’t want me to look until she had the final look complete…whatever that meant. 

I felt nervousness and anxiety bubbling in me as the day ended and the sun dipped below the horizon. 

The time when one awakened a wolf was never specific. Some found their wolf when the first rays of the moonlight fell on them, while others took a bit of time, extending from minutes to hours on their eighteenth birthday. 

I was an anomaly, so I was not sure what to expect. I sent a silent prayer to the moon goddess to help me find my wolf. Mentally, I also prepared myself for the worst case scenario of not awakening my inner wolf this full moon. 

“Stop fidgeting” Drusilla gently slapped my hands when my fingers began to tie a knot with the silky threads of the fabric. 

Honestly, I had never stripped in front of anybody before excluding my mother, so it felt a little off. But the dress she had chosen for me needed me to strip down bare so that the dress would fit perfectly. 

I stood like a mannequin as she pushed me through the dress, my hair going askew as she buttoned the seams and pulled up the zips on the inside that held the dress together. 

My fingers brushed against the fabric, and I felt it to be satiny soft. It did feel snug and not as if my insides were being choked. 

“How long?” I asked impatiently and Drusilla said in a garbled voice, “Soon.” 

She was probably holding a comb and a hair curler in her hands, for I felt the soft whirring of a machine. 

After what felt like an eternity, she let out a huffed breath and I felt her sag into the bed, plopping herself on the soft 

mattress. 

“Damn, I need to ensure Cal pays me for this service” 

She had taken the mask off my eyes at some point, but had turned me away from the mirror so I wouldn’t take a sneaky glance. 

“Ok, are we done? Can I open my eyes?” 

There was no answer for a while and I wondered what was going on. 

“Drusilla?” I asked aloud but still she didn’t answer me. Biting my lower lip, I opened my eyes to see her sitting on the bed. 

She was right there in front of me, yet not. 

Her eyes were staring up at the ceiling, and she seemed to be having a fit. 

“Dru!! What’s wrong?” 

gown, 

I said and hastily got up from the small chair she had made me sit in. I almost tripped over the folds of the but somehow managed to reach her. 

Drusilla was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and her head was thrown back. 

“Dru! Dru!!” I tried shaking her, but she was still staring at the ceiling as if something had suddenly possessed her. 

I was about to call for help when she got out of her trance like state and looked at me. 

“God, you scared me. Are you okay?” I asked, and Drusilla gulped nervously. 

“Water..” she said meekly, and I grabbed a glass of water from the adjacent table. 

“Should I ask for the pack doctor to check on you? You are sweating…” I said and dabbed her forehead with a kerchief slowly. 

She drank the water, and her breathing got even after a while.