A monster took his family. It left him something worse.
The night the silver-furred lycan came, he was only a farmer—bare hands, a torch, and a pitchfork raised in shaking defiance as his home burned behind him. He survived by inches. By luck. By a bite that should have ended his life… but didn’t.
Years pass. Grief hardens into purpose. The terrified man becomes a hunter, then a fighter, then something close to fearless. When word reaches him the lycan fights in an arena—made into sport for a roaring crowd—he knows exactly what waits beneath that fur and those fangs. The same predator. The same eyes. The same hunger that ruined everything he loved.
In the bloodstained sand, revenge is finally within reach. But as steel clashes and memory bleeds into the present, the curse inside him stirs—whispering, urging, tasting the air like it remembers what he’s tried to forget. Killing the monster might end the hunt.
It might also prove he’s become one.
Lycan is a dark fantasy short packed with visceral action, sharp grief, and the brutal cost of vengeance—where the most dangerous thing in the arena may not be the beast across the ring, but the one waking up under your own skin.