Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 206: Beast: Leandra of the Lycan Tribe

The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark corridor. A silhouette advanced without haste. Gradually, it emerged from the darkness.

It was a tall young man with an athletic appearance. He wore a long black coat, double-breasted with silver buttons. The coat was cinched at the waist by a simple black belt with a dark metal rectangular buckle. On his face, he wore an Oni mask... The mask was black, with two large horns rising upward.

Through the openings of the mask, his blue eyes shone coldly. His mid-length silver hair moved slightly in a draft. His hands, gloved in black leather, were plunged into the pockets of his coat.

He was known as The Predator. He was the leader of the Black Neon organization, which had been talked about a lot lately.

At the end of the corridor, a large room awaited. A round table stood in the center. Five silhouettes were already seated around it. They all wore fairly similar black coats and masks. When Kaiser entered, the five rose at the same time.

"We salute The Predator," they said in a single, respectful voice.

Kaiser approached the table without replying immediately. He took the main seat at the head, where no one was sitting. The others waited until he was seated, then sat down in turn.

"As you know, I have been absent for some time," began The Predator in a calm and cold voice. "In order to proceed with the next part of our organization, I have decided to hold this meeting. So that I can get to know the other members."

The five silhouettes nodded. One of them, who wore a mask identical to Kaiser’s but without the horns, slowly brought her hand to her face and removed it. It was a woman.

Her face appeared.

She had large pointed ears covered in fine black fur, indicating her belonging to the half-beast tribe.

Her black hair was braided into a long strand that fell over her right shoulder. She had a face with fine features and piercing light gray eyes.

Her outfit was the same as Kaiser’s: a long black leather coat, fitted, which emphasized her generous chest and her rather muscular body for a woman.

"To keep it simple, I am Leandra of the Lycan tribe..."

...

A few years earlier...

Leandra had never forgotten the smell.

It was an acrid mixture of burnt wood and overheated metal. On the morning of the disaster, a small Lycan village was still sleeping under a light mist.

The first glimmers had barely touched the thatched roofs when torches lit up in the distance. Then the screams began.

Leandra was seven years old when she saw her father leap to protect her mother. A spear struck him full in the chest. Blood spurted as his body convulsed, then collapsed.

She slipped under the overturned cart, belly pressed to the ground. Through the disjointed planks, she watched. The shadows of the adults fell one by one. Her mother tried to run toward her, but a mercenary grabbed her by the hair and threw her against the wall of the house. From where she was, the blood flowed toward her...

Leandra did not cry. Or rather, she was too afraid to let a single sound escape. Her small hands clutched the earth until her nails tore. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

A boot stopped in front of the cart.

"There’s one under there."

A gloved hand grabbed her by the nape. She struggled, biting the man’s forearm.

"Fuck, you little bitch!"

"LET ME GO!!"

"Guys haha... This one has bite," he said, shaking Leandra with a perverted smile.

Then he threw her into a cage at the back of the wagon. Through the bars, she saw the flames devour the houses. She saw her mother’s body, motionless, eyes wide open toward the sky.

In Arcadia, this was not a rare event; mercenaries attacked remote small villages to make money by selling them as slaves.

That was when she saw the reality of this world... A merciless world where she was nothing but prey for multiple predators.

...

After that, she was sold and sent to the mines... It was a world without day. The air was so laden with particles that one coughed up blood after a few hours.

The years in the mines had erased even the memory of light. Leandra had learned to recognize the hours by the sound of picks, by the pain rising in her arms, by the death of those who were far too weak...

Nine years had passed. Nine years of this dayless life. She had stopped hoping and no longer even thought about her past...

"Just survive until evening and get my two hours of break." She muttered to herself as she hammered her pickaxe.

That day, a dull noise far in the galleries caught attention. Some thought it was a collapse. Then screams rang out, screams different from the usual ones, screams of terror.

A human burst out of the main gallery. He was running, face distorted by dread. Behind him, a silhouette advanced with calm steps.

The man stumbled: "We-We are under attack!"

"Who?" said a guard, but before he could finish.

A silhouette caught up to him...

*Crack*

He twisted his neck with an ease that sent chills down the spine.

"Who goes there!?"

The first guard saw him and raised his crossbow.

"A Lycan!? These dogs-"

An axe sank into his chest, tearing through his ribcage.

"Who the hell is this bastard? Kill him!"

The guard’s head flew off, blood spurted onto the walls. Another tried to take him from behind. The Lycan pivoted, planted his claws in the attacker’s belly and ripped upward in one motion. Intestines fell to the ground.

The screams grew even louder. The guards retreated, but he advanced. He sliced off an arm holding a torch, trampled a crawling body, smashed a skull with the back of his axe. Blood flowed in streams on the stone. Torches fell, some extinguishing in red puddles, plunging areas into shadow.

"Flee!" shouted a guard running toward the exit.

The chained slaves watched without moving. Some cried, others curled up against the walls. Leandra was kneeling near a pile of ore, wrists bound by irons. She stared at the scene.

"He’s a Lycan, just like me... But... We’re so different..."

A panicked guard ran toward her and grabbed her by the hair. "Don’t move, you filth! You’re going to be my shield!" But before he could pull her, a dagger planted itself in his nape. He collapsed onto Leandra, almost suffocating her under his weight. She pushed him away, covered in hot blood.

The Lycan continued. He broke a chain with a sword strike, freeing a group of slaves who fled screaming. He smashed the lanterns, causing oil explosions. Fire caught in the support beams. The mine shook. Stones fell from the ceiling.

An officer in heavy armor charged with a mace. "Die, dog!" he shouted. The man dodged, planted his claws in his shoulder then tore off his arm.

"My jackals will take care of the rest!"

The screams echoed in the galleries, but Leandra remained motionless, crouched against the wall. Fear had long since stopped inhabiting her. Only an immense fatigue remained.

"I should just stay here and die..."

The Lycan approached and knelt at her level. His face was marked by dust and the blood of others. His eyes were calm.

"A half-beast of the Lycan tribe..."

He extended his hand.

Leandra looked at him. She no longer had the strength to speak, barely enough to breathe. But her instinct told her to trust him. Slowly, with effort, she raised her trembling hand and placed it in his.

"Who... Who are you?"

"My name is Gunar, leader of the jackals."

Leandra, only sixteen years old at that moment, looked at him confused, not knowing what that meant.

"I... How can I become like you?"

Gunar narrowed his eyes as he stared at her: "I like that look of hatred in your eyes. The rage of no longer being considered a mere thing."

Leandra clenched her fists: "I want to tear those bastards apart too!"

"Good," he acquiesced with a smile.

"If you wish, I will give you the strength..."

"How?" she asked, eyes watering.

"Become a Beast that devours those predators."