Chapter 3

The King paced his throne room. He was in serious need of advice, but he couldn't get it because his council members were all dead. Courtesy of him.

That serves them right for trying to backstab him like he hasn't spent years ruling their ungrateful asses. He wanted to bring them back to life and watch them burn again for satisfaction only.

He waited for his messenger to come back with the news he asked for, and he sent a letter to the witches for a meeting. He needed one of them to serve him till he decided what to do with them.

The door opened, and the guard stepped in. His face flushed from the running he had to do.

"Speak," the King commanded,

"Your majesty, they refused to come." His voice breaks like he is afraid the King will demand his head.

Killian said nothing. He placed a finger under his chin as his thoughts drifted. He wonders what will get those witches talking. They were angry that he banned their magic, but they were growing stronger in his defense.

"Your majesty," the guard prompted,

"Suit up. We will be paying them a surprise visit. I wonder how long it will take to break one of them." He grinned.

A part of him embellished in torturing people. A sadistic part of him likes it. The guard hurries out to prepare for their journey.

Killian was frustrated. He needed to know what he was dealing with. The myth did nothing but make him untouchable to any other supernatural. He had to know what he was up against. He wanted to know if the stories of the all-powerful Lycan were true. He needed him on his side and under his control if it was.

The guard came through the door again.

"We are ready for you, my king."

With a nod, they set out to the outskirts of the kingdom where the witches live. He chased them out of the domain to weaken their power source. The witches draw power from the energy radiating off people. They can't utilize their powers to the max if they don't have people

around to feed them.

They set out in the direction of the woods, and one order from Killian made them turn into their wolves. Darting off into the forest like they were chasing their prey. He took his time to shift into his big brown wolf.

He ran through the forest, his guards running with him to protect their King. The air tickled his fur, reminding him why he loved the chase. It was exhilarating.

The thought of threatening those witches made it even more exciting for him. He missed doing the dirty work himself. It was time he reminded those witches who were in charge.

He came to a stop. His guards were all waiting for him to arrive. They had already rounded up the witches and had them cowering as they surrounded them in circles.

He changed back, grabbing the robe his guard offered him.

"We already said no to your offer, your majesty." The head witch, Agatha, spoke for her coven.

Killian merely glanced at her. He secured the belt on his robe before turning to her.

"I came to visit you. The least you could do is show some hospitality," Killian said casually, his eyes sweeping across the tents the witches were living in.

He wondered how it would feel to raze this place to the ground. He entertained the thought in his head as he regarded Agatha with a cool gaze.

"You are not welcomed here," she raised her chin in defiance.

Killian chuckled lowly, "That's sweet. This is still my territory." He reminded her.

She tilted her head but said nothing. Killian could hear the sound of her heartbeat. She was scared of him, good.

He was wondering what he had to do to seem formidable to her.

"I came with another offer, Agatha."

He swept his eyes on every one of them, tempted to smile at the sound of their hitched breaths. It was like music to his ears.

"I need your help," he says.

"And?" Agatha promoted.

"And I won't kill you." Agatha snorted at this if she wasn't trained to carry herself with poise and grace. She would have thrown her head back and laughed at the ridiculous King.

"King Killian, coming in here and demanding that I help you is beneath you." She says with narrowed eyes.

Killian laughed, the sound wrapping around them like a vine. His eyes trailed from the woman to the young witches behind her.

"It's a shame, really. I don't want to torch this place, but as it stands. You are not giving me much of a choice." He gave a nod to one of his men.

Agatha, having caught the exchange, motioned for him to stop; with a sigh, she asked.

"What do you want?"

"A name."

"What?"

"The name of the man whose destiny is to destroy me."

A knowing look crossed Agatha's eye, "I see, I don't have a name for you."

"But you see, I know you do, just like I know that you see everything."

He motions to the guard again, "Last chance. I need his name."

"Your majesty, I..."

"His name, Agatha." He scowled at her, "Tell me his name."

Agatha looked around, and the young woman under her care she was trying so hard to cater to stared at her like it was so simple.

It wasn't.

"You have thirty seconds before I burn this place to the ground," Killian threatened.

Agatha fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "I swear, I don't know his name. He is nothing but a myth." She confessed.

A nod to the guard had the women gasping.

The guard grabbed one of the girls as they screamed out of fear. His blade to the girl's throat as she whimpered.

"Your majesty, please!" Agatha pleaded.

"It's simple, give me a name."

"But I..."

"The name." He repeated lowly

The other guard lit the match as they watched helplessly. Their home was going to be destroyed.

"Stop!" A voice yelled.

Killian turned and was shocked to see a young girl standing and glaring fiercely at him.

"He is not a myth. He is real." She informs him.

"I need a name,"

The young lady glances at Agatha, who, with a shake of her head, tries to convince her not to tell him.

"His name is Lucien."