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Dragana POV

I could not take my eyes off my Lycan shape. She was everything I would have ever wanted if I were ever to dream of being a Lycan. Yet somehow, I was. She was beautiful. Muscled, strong, gorgeous, with enticing soft lilac-colored eyes, her fur sparkling as if she were dipped in diamond dust or star magic, she was a majestic looking creature, exuding an aura of authority and dominance. I could not believe it, and for a second I thought that maybe it was some kind of a trick. I softly touched my face and then literally pinched myself to make sure this was real. As if she heard my thoughts, Cybele purred and chuckled “Ittttt isss verrryyyyy realll”.. I looked across the lake, where Solomon was standing, seeing him beaming at me proudly with a big smile on his face. I tried to search my senses to understand what was truly happening when I heard a familiar soft voice I always heard, the voice which guided me through the dark days, my lonely nights, every challenge, and every day of my life, for as long as I could remember.



“Dragana, finally we are together!!! I am Vasilla, and I am so happy you know who you are. I am your Lycan!!!”, she said excitedly. I was still confused and so many things were happening all at the same time, my thoughts jumbled. “How???” I whispered. “Cybela’s magic is ancient and extremely powerful. She was able to break the spells that kept you enchanted. She has revealed your true nature, your true self, child”, Solomon clarified.



“Break what???I was enchanted??? By whom? And why?”, I asked, not understanding anything now. “Your mother, child, your mother enchanted you to protect you. But the hour is upon us, the time has come. You must wake, and you must be complete!!!”, his voice echoed with surety. I knew the power of my mother, but the burning question was WHY??? Why would my mother never tell me I was a Tribrid??? Why would she suppress my true nature and keep it a secret from me? Mists of confusion and thousands of questions were swirling in my head, one more troubling than the other, one scarier than the other. Was my mother afraid I would become a monster? In my state of shock, I did not realize I was mumbling these questions out loud.



“She had good intentions, the best in fact. Had your true nature been revealed earlier, you would have been hunted by everyone, even more than you were already, and most likely killed before your full powers had a chance to reveal themselves or to make use of them and protect yourself. She did what she thought best, to make sure you survived. She sacrificed everything so you may live, Princess. Your mother loved you more than life itself”, Solomon said with tears in his eyes.



Thinking of my mother, my beautiful, strong mother, brought back the flash of the image I saw earlier, her lying in the pool of her own blood, a dagger sticking out of her throat. Tears were burning in my eyes and while I was trying to maintain my composure, I could not stop crying, thinking of her, thinking about what I had lost. I thought of my father, whom I barely remembered, and my heart was about to explode from so much tragedy, so much pain. Why was my family a target? Why could they not just leave us alone, let us be a family, let my father and my mother live!! We were no threat to anyone!!!! I swore right there and then that I would find whomever did this to us, whomever made me an orphan, whomever killed my parents and took my childhood away!!!!



Anger followed my tears and was bubbling under the surface, ready to explode. My newly awakened powers were ready to burst out, red and gold sparkles shooting out of my body, uncontrolled and untamed, going all over the place. I was trying to contain myself, unsure as to what would happen if I allowed them to fully manifest. “Theeee cirrcllle is not commmpplete” I heard Cybela pur behind me. I turned to see her eyes, which had now burned with the fires of gold and embers, bearing into my soul. I felt her tug at an energy within me, pulling on the tetter. She nudged me gently with her snout. “Doooonnt be affffrrraid Princess”, she purred again and next thing I knew, she roared, and I was engulfed in dragon flames. They did not hurt me. On contrast, it felt liberating, comfortable in fact. Her voice changed all a sudden and she roared, speaking very clearly: “COME FORTH AISHA!!!!!”



With that, the world stopped. Complete silence followed, and her fire disappeared. I heard nothing, no sounds, no birds singing, no wind moving. Everything stood still and I felt a change within me, a change so strong it overpowered me. I dropped to my knees and tried to shake off that feeling. I stood there for a second, and was overcome with this sense of finality, of everything finally coming together. The sensation felt like the missing puzzle piece was set in place, the picture was finally clear and perfect. I felt complete, without even knowing ever before that I was missing something. For a second, my vision was blurry, and my eyes took a moment to adjust. I looked at the reflective waters of the emerald lake and instead of my Lycan Vasilla, a reflection of a white wolf from my dreams was looking back at me.