After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.
As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The sorcerer's warning about the Demon werewolf still rang in my ears, and I clutched the talisman tightly, feeling its reassuring weight in my hand.

I couldn't help but wonder why everyone seemed to be so afraid of the Demon werewolf. My stepfather had mentioned his madness, but I couldn't imagine what could have made him so feared among the Lycan kingdom.

As if reading my thoughts, my stepfather spoke up. "The Demon werewolf is not like any other Lycan," he said. "He's said to be a madman, consumed by his own power."

I looked at him in shock. "What kind of power?"

"Supernatural charm," he replied. "He has the ability to bewitch anyone with a single glance, and once he has you under his spell, you become nothing but a puppet to do his bidding."

I shuddered at the thought. "How could someone become so twisted?"

My stepfather shook his head. "It's hard to say," he said. "Some say it's a curse, while others believe he was born with it. All we know is that he must be stopped."

As we continued walking, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread settle in my chest. The Demon werewolf sounded like a formidable foe, and I knew that we would have to be careful if we were going to stop him.

As we walked, I turned to my stepfather and asked, "Do you think we should tell my mother about this?"

My stepfather hesitated before responding, "I don't think we should. It will only upset her, and we don't want to worry her unnecessarily."

"But what if something happens to me?" I protested. "Shouldn't she know what's going on?"

I nodded, reluctantly agreeing with his reasoning. The last thing I wanted was to worry my mother, especially since she had already been through so much.

"But what about my friends?" I asked. "Shouldn't they know about the danger?"

"It's better if we keep this between ourselves for now," my stepfather replied. "We don't want to cause a panic, especially since we don't know how much the Demon werewolf knows about our plans."

I understood his reasoning, but a part of me couldn't help but feel like I was keeping a secret from those closest to me. But I knew that the safety of the Lycan kingdom was at stake, and I was willing to do whatever it takes to protect it.

That night, I lay in bed unable to sleep, my mind racing with thoughts of the Demon werewolf and the danger that he posed to the Lycan kingdom. I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in my chest earlier that day, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to rest until I had some sort of plan in place to stop him.

I tossed and turned in bed, trying to come up with a strategy to take down the Demon werewolf. But every idea that came to mind seemed too risky or too dangerous. I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were underestimating his power, and that we were not fully prepared to face him.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook me, and I fell into a fitful sleep. But even in my dreams, I couldn't escape the looming threat of the Demon werewolf. His presence haunted me, and I knew that we had to stop him before it was too late.

~~~~~~~~

Liam drove me to a clearing in the forest where the rest of our Lycan pack was waiting for us when the weekend finally arrived. As we moved into the clearing, the sound of twigs shattering beneath our feet reverberated throughout the forest.

I noticed that everyone was already in the middle of their training as we drew near. Finnand Aiden were nowhere to be found as I turned to look around.

"Where are Finn and Aiden,  Liam?" I had a question.

Liam gave me a serious look as he regarded me. "Maya, they weren't able to arrive today. They are completing a task for the pack. "He answered.

"A task?" I pressed, wanting to know the reason.

I scowled, having a fleeting thought of Aiden and Finn. "I hope everything works out for them."

"These two are among the clan's top fighters. Don't stress over them. They'll be all right." Liam smiled as he answered my question.

The training that followed shocked me with how quickly I picked things up. I received a thorough explanation of everything from Liam, who was a patient teacher. We trained our senses, learned to trust out instincts, and performed various fighting techniques. I saw that I was becoming more and more confident during the day.

I enjoyed hanging out with Liam, and I was appreciative of his advice. Liam and I sat down after our training was through.

I noticed Liam's eyes lingering on me longer than usual. "What's up, Liam? Do I have something on my face?" I joked, trying to break the tension.

Liam chuckled, his gaze still fixed on me. "No, Maya, you look perfect. I just can't help but notice how beautiful you are."

I blushed, feeling my heart race at his words. Liam had never been so bold with me before, and I couldn't deny that I liked it.

"You know, Maya, I can't help but feel drawn to you," Liam said, his voice low and seductive. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

Liam moved in and snatched my lips with his own before I could speak. I felt my body tensing up to his touch throughout the slow, sensual kiss.

My mind was swamped with contradictory feelings as soon as Liam's lips met mine. 

Although I couldn't deny that I felt a certain attraction to him, I also realized that what we weredoing was wrong.