The Lycan's Rejected Mate (naiah and Amos) novel Chapter 66

Anaiah's POV

There are Hundreds of people outside the city gates, they look pale, hungry, and dirty, many were women and children, and the men are talking to the guards, trying to enter the walls of the city. Leondre steps forward and clears his throat. Their gazes turn to him and they all get on their knees, bowing. It is an incredible moment.

Where are they from? I can smell wolves but also bears and a few Lycans in their presence.

"What is going on here?" Leondre asks in that intimidating voice of his. A man and a tall thin woman step forward. They have similar traits with the same markings on their face and arms. They bow in respect before talking

"My king, we are from the pear moon pack, a month ago we were attacked and forced to flee our homes," The female answered clearly. I squint my eyes

"Who attacked you?"

"The north Werebear pack,"

"up in the Northern part?" Murmurs my brother and I turn to him

"Do you know this pack?"

"Not personally but I've heard about them, they are the most dominating Werebear pack for miles and that is where their king and his two heirs reside, they are a large and wealthy pack too," He tells me. I nod and turn back to face the woman that spoke

"Were you in battle with them?"

"No, my Queen, we weren't allies but we lived peacefully in the region before the sudden attack," She says.

"That's peculiar,"

Could it be related to the attack we faced? I ask myself

"We were also assailed by them and were forced to flee, they took our land and half of our warriors" A huge man with a large beard emerges from the crowd. He is a Lycan by the smell of it. His fists are clenched and he had a huge scar across his face.

"How many packs are here?"

"Four,"

These people have traveled from another part of the region to find sanctuary here.

The leaders of the destroyed packs step forward and my heart sinks to see a girl no older than eighteen among them, she has blonde hair and baby-blue eyes, she is visibly scared and cold but her face is stern and determined.

"How many people are there?" I ask gently, her eyes riveted behind her members and then to me.

"Hundred and one, we were many but we didn't stand a chance against the Werebears and rogues so my father asked me to lead the surviving members and come to the main city to find the surviving royal members," She informs, I exchange a glance with Enrique, most werewolves have heard about royals being alive.