Chapter 11 Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Chapter 11
Chapter 11: A Warrior's Heart

Lykon’s POV

I stepped out and the morning sun hit my face, but the warmth from the sun did not do anything to melt the chill I felt from last night.
I still remembered the way Ignas had looked at me. That sharp glare and her words that cut deeper into me than any blade. The kind of hurt I hadn't known I could feel, until her coldness made it real. I had stood there, frozen, watching her walk away with Lena in tow. Like I was nothing.
But I wasn’t nothing. I was an Alpha. I knew it deep in my bones. My memories may have been lost and I may have forgotten my past, but my instincts screamed it. It told me that an Alpha didn't just mope around, feeling sorry for himself and being incapable and useless. An Alpha fought. He protected and he earned respect.
I left the room early, not even waiting for breakfast. My steps led me to the training grounds, where warriors from the Skull Pack sparred in the open field. Their yells and grunts mixed with the sound of their fists and kicks hitting hard. I stood there for a long time, watching them. They moved with skill and ease and purpose.
Of course, they were warriors and they could be called in for war anytime.
But as I stood there, I didn’t feel out of place. If anything, my blood stirred at the sight of the fight. Somehow, it felt like I've always been used to this.
“Look who’s come to watch,” a voice called out. It was one of the warriors. Stocky— they called him. Maybe it was because of his broad shoulders and huge body, who knows? He sauntered over with a smug look on his face. “The amnesiac Alpha.”
A few others turned to look, whispering and chuckling among themselves. I kept my face blank.
“Didn’t think you’d show your face here,” another warrior added. “You might have forgotten everything, but this is no place for someone who can’t remember how to swing a fist. I know you still feel like a God, but you're not.”
I stepped forward, my voice calm but firm. “Maybe I forgot my name. But I didn’t forget how to fight. And I don't feel like a God.”
A short laugh followed. It was sharp and it was clear they were mocking me. “Then prove it.”
The circle of fighters opened, giving me space. My heart pounded, but it wasn’t from fear. It was from excitement. The kind that ran through my veins like fire.
The first warrior came at me fast, raising his fists so he could aim for my jaw. My body moved before I even thought about it. I ducked, stepped to the side, and delivered a punch to his ribs. He staggered back, gasping, clutching to his stomach.
The second didn’t wait, charging in from the side. Again, my muscles reacted on their own. I blocked his hit, twisted his arm, and flipped him over my shoulder. The ground shook from his fall.
Silence fell over the training ground. No one spoke again. They only watched, their eyes wide.
I stood there, feeling my chest rise and fall, feeling more alive than I had in days. The way my body moved, the way I anticipated their attack all felt natural. It felt as easy…like breathing. Like fighting had been a part of me long before I ever lost my memories.
“That all you’ve got?” I challenged, turning to the others.
A few stepped forward, more serious this time. Their taunts were gone and it was replaced by focus. Two at once came at me, one from the left, one from the right. I ducked under a kick, blocked a punch, and let my instincts guide me. My mind blanked, but my body remembered every move.
The world around me narrowed until there was only the fight. The only things I felt were the rush of air when a fist missed me as I dodged too quickly, the burn in my muscles when I landed a hit. I didn’t know how long it lasted, but by the time I stood in the center again, the circle was quiet, the warriors were already bruised and panting.
For the first time, I realized I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t lost. I was still me…whoever that was.
The training master, an older man with gray streaks in his hair, stepped forward, arms crossed. His eyes weren’t mocking like the others. They were sharp, like he was studying me as he stared from head to toe.
“You fight like someone who’s been doing this his whole life although, you have,” he said. “You may not remember, but your body does.”
I nodded, wiping sweat from my brow.
“Join the warriors.”
He didn't say his words like it was a question. They were a command. One I welcomed.
Training became my new life. Day after day, I threw myself into the fights, sharpening my every instinct and every move. I fought to distract myself from the ache in my chest. From the way Ignas avoided me. From the way she looked through me, like I wasn’t there, like I was incapable.
But each punch, each spar, built me back up. I was no longer the man who had woken up on that bed, lost and broken. I was becoming something stronger. Something worthy.
The warriors no longer mocked me. They started nodding when I walked past. Respect, slow and earned, but real.
One day, the group gathered again. This time the mood was different. A larger crowd stood around the training circle. New faces too, even warriors I hadn’t seen before. They looked stronger and older. The best fighters from the pack.
I stood at the center as the training master addressed the group.
“We’ve seen him fight,” he said. “But let’s see how far he can really go.”
A tall warrior stepped forward. His eyes gleamed with challenge. “You ready, Alpha stranger?”
I met his gaze, feeling the weight of all their eyes on me.
I cracked my neck and shifted into a steady stance.
“I was born ready.”
The fight began. The tall warrior was fast, precise. But I kept up. Blow for blow. Hit for hit. When I landed the final strike, sending him to the ground, another warrior stepped in. Then another. One by one they came, and one by one I fought them off. My muscles screamed. My breath came in short bursts. Sweat poured down my back.
But I didn’t stop.
The crowd started to murmur, surprise growing with every fight. I could feel it too. I wasn’t just good. I was strong. Stronger than I had thought.
As the last warrior fell back, panting and defeated, I straightened, wiping blood from the corner of my mouth. My chest heaved, but I wasn’t done. Not yet.
I turned to the rest of the fighters. The ones still standing, watching and waiting their turn. My voice rang out across the field, steady and sure. I was so sure I could do this. They underestimated me too much. Ignas too. I was going to show her. I was going to show them all.
“Come at me. All of you. At once.”
Gasps spread through the group, but I meant it. Deep down, I wanted to see just how far I could go. How strong I could become. I wanted to push until there was nothing left. To prove to them, to her, and to myself that I was not weak. That I could protect her. That I was worthy.
No one moved at first. Then the training master lifted his hand, signaling the challenge accepted. The warriors stepped forward, surrounding me like wolves which they technically were, ready to pounce on me.
I rolled my shoulders, planting my feet firmly into the ground.
“Let’s see what I
’m made of.”
And just like that, they attacked.