#1 Lycan (Final Edit)

Chapter 3

3 (final copy)

We raced down the path that led into the woods. After running for a few miles, we stopped at a little pond. It was a place that Maya, Miles, and I have been going to since we were young. I stop Storm, and get off of him. I tie him to a post, as I hear a twig snap in the distance. I freeze, using my wolf hearing. I hear the crush of leaves under two breaths and two heartbeats.

"Zelda? What's wrong?" Miles asks.

"Off your horses now." Mindlink them. They nod, quickly getting off their horses. They tie them up, as more twigs snap.

"Zelda, what's wrong?" Maya whimpers, "I'm scared."

"Shhh," Miles says, "It's okay." She says, wrapping her arms around Maya. I take a few steps forward.

"I AM ZELDA DAVIS! DAUGHTER OF ALPHA DAVIS! WHOEVER IS STEPPING FOOT ON MY FATHER'S LAND, YOU ARE TRESPASSING. COME OUT NOW OR ELSE!"

I stumble back, when I get hit with the strong smell again. Maya and Miles grab ahold of me. I steady myself again. I look ahead, a guy with blond hair and blue eyes walks out. It was Jeremiah Throndsen. Behind him was a guy with dark hair and green eyes. I could feel the immense power radiating off them.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you on my father's land?"

My eyes land on the blonde. I watch as his eyes slowly meet mine. The scent is stronger. Time seemed to slow down almost to a stop. I couldn't stop myself from staring. He really was handsome. I blink a few times, before looking down at the ground.

"Are you okay?" Miles asks.

"It's the blonde," I whisper, "He's my mate."

"This can't be possible," The blonde says, "I'm not supposed to have a mate."

"Well you do, be happy." The brown hair guy says, smiling. He steps up and smiles at us.

"My name is Zermaine Marks."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Zelda Davis. Like I said, the daughter of the Alpha who owns the land you are trespassing on."

"I like you, you're funny," Zermaine laughs, "Nice to meet you. This is my Alpha. Jeremiah Throndsen."

I nod, "What pack? I've heard Alpha Throndsen's name, never a pack."

"Moonshine Pack." Jeremiah says, flatly.

"Moonshine? That pack is ancient, I didn't know it existed anymore."

"I am the first werewolf. No wonder it's ancient." Jeremiah says, glaring at me, "I'm also the King of all werewolves."

"How could I forget this?" I mutter.

Back in school, we would spend months every year reading new information. All this information of Jeremiah Throndsen. There were rumors he had other siblings, a sister and a brother. But they were just rumors, nothing was actually confirmed. Him being a Lycan, the very first. Him being here, feeling the power coming from him in waves. This scared me.

"Look, I don't have time for child's play," Jeremiah mutters, "I need to speak with your father."

"Go ahead."

"Then after, you are coming home with me." He says.

"What? No!"

"You don't get a say in this." He says, speeding to infront of me, grabbing my arm.

"NO! I CAN'T!" I shout, trying to get out of his grasps.

"Why can't you?"

"I have a daughter!"