**** (In the ice cave ) ****
Four women stood in the middle of the cave, attired in translucent white gown and wearing crowns which are encrusted with their names.
Kneeling before the fire goddrssess is a man between late twenties and early thirties. He look like soeone who is tortured or perhaps he is, because the blood all over his body and face made it evident though there's no single scratch on his skin like someone who is injured.
His amber eyes stamped with hostility as he gllare at the fur women.
"So, Miguel, you prefer to die this way instead?"
One of the godessess Selene asked staring expressionlessly at the man kneeling before her.
"You think you can kill me right?" Miguel asked rhetorically.
"I'm glad you know you can't die,..." "You'll suffer the torture as long as you don't want to tell us why you killed your mate so we can help you" Selene said all most persuading.
"No one question my doings and no one dress to criticize me" He said hoarsely making the four women sigh in frustration.
They know they Miguel ha his own way of doing things which at the end turns out to be right even if it sounds so crazy, but the pains of one killing his mate is worse than killing himself, then why would Miguel risk himself to commit such crime? And now the crime of killing his mate many centuries ago is Now torturing him.
"Look at you,...though you can't die but this pain will keep torturing you if nothing is done. Just tell is why you killlled Alaska and well help you" Nyx persuaded and Miguel chuckled at the thought of being helped. He's an Alpha Lycan, the second born of the De Baca family and a supreme Alpha to start with, who can overwhelm even fatal pains and here are these goddesses talking about helping him to ease his pains if he spill his secret of why he killed his mate. It was almost a threat to him.
"That llast time I cahecked, I killed her centuries ago. Why is it affecting me now?" He asked confusingly and unfazed by the act of killing his mate.
"Because she's reincarnated and you're paying for hurting her" Nyx said leisurely and festered anger in Miguel which made his amber eyes turned black indicating that his beast is about to take over.
"I had told you I don't need a mate before you gave that weak thing to me!" He sneered through clenched teeth. "Do you have any thing else to say before we frost you?" Diana asked rhetorically staring at him as though expecting something.
They knew Miguel would never say his secrets and there's nothing they can do to evaporate his pain he's suffering with him telling them why he killed Alaska, but all they can do is to frost him and they can't do that if his beast doesn't take control o him because he is a very strong mythical Alpha Lycan. And to make his beast come to the edge they ought to provoke him which is what they're doing.
"Do you think there's any need you should frost me?"
"Do you think there any need you should exist withoit your mate?" Diana muttered knowing how to provoke the Lycan as they saw him half shifting to his beast, he was still in his human form but his fans elongated, white fur pulllulated on his body except his face and his hands were almost a claw. They know mentioning 'material' to him provoke home more.
"I don't need a mate Diana!" He sneered fiercely at her and poised himself to launch an attack if needed.
"You should have known not to separate mme from Joanna by giving that saint to measure mate!" He added, this time enquired of Nyx because she is the creator of the saints while the rest of the three women Selene, Diana and He late are the moon goddess.
"You never loved Joanna" Nyx respond unfazed, then she turned to face test other women giving tat as a cue to do as they'd planned.
"Only Alaska would be able to lift this spell" Nyx said.
"Why dont you spare the innocent girl not to die the second time?" Miguel spoke hoarsely.
"You Won't be able to" Nyx replied nonchalantly and Miguel metamorphosed to his white Lycan form tinted with blue migical light and his eyes were fire indicating he's an hybrid of an ice an fire Lycan.
Anyone who witness this minute would know that tonight will be a gory one, but before he could launch an attack, they casted a spell which absorbed power from him easily since was in his beast form and he fell back weakly but didnt quit sneering.
They kept casting spells in a strange language and slowly his fur became solid, sharp and pointed, 'hanging from snow-white o complete blue. The last thing he did before frosting completely was to give out an ear-piercing roar.