The Cursed Lycan

Chapter 5: Not Her

Chapter 5: Not Her

Mason paced in his bedroom. He was waiting for Jack and Hunter to wake up, to begin researching this curse. The first thing he knew to do was to contact the Lakewood Alpha, as well as Sophie's parents. She had spoken highly of them, so he assumed they must be worried sick.

Then he was going to ask his parents about witches. He knew the royal bloodlines had magic, so it wouldn't be too crazy to assume others had magic as well.

But his biggest question was, why Sophie?

"We're up, we're up," Hunter groaned as he and Jack appeared at the door. "You're going to create a hole in the floor."

"Why Sophie?" Mason grabbed their arms. "Why was she chosen to be cursed?"

"Dude, you need to calm down," Jack said softly. "We'll figure it out."

"There's something about her," Mason sighed, collapsing on his couch. The two other men sat down on the couch opposite Mason's. "I feel weird about it."

"Us too," Jack said, exchanging a look with Mason. "We were talking about it last night, after we left y'all alone."

"Well, sitting here isn't going to figure it out," Hunter joked. "So, tell us, what's the plan?"

The trio separated, Mason sending Hunter and Jack to contact the Lakewood pack and subsequently, Sophie's parents. Mason decided he would talk to his parents.

Mason found his father in the office. Matheus was scouring maps, alongside his Beta, Nathaniel, based on the information Jack and Hunter had gathered thus far about the rogue pack. Mason knocked on the doorframe and Matheus called him in.

"Let's plan to send out a small group of scouters to the area, to see if they can find where the pack has been hiding," Matheus ordered Nathaniel, who agreed, taking the marked map along with him as he left to choose the scouters. "What can I do for you?"

"Father, it's about Sophie."

"Ah, the cursed girl," Matheus nodded.

Mason found himself gritting his teeth at Matheus' boiled down assessment of Sophie, but he let it slide. "Sophie doesn't know who cursed her, but she thinks maybe a witch?"

When Mason said witch, he saw Matheus' breath catch. Matheus cleared his throat, choosing to look out the window, rather than looking at Mason.

"A witch you say? Are we sure this woman isn't trying to deceive us?" Matheus took a sip of his coffee.

Mason couldn't help but let a fist slam down on the table. Matheus didn't flinch, but eyed Mason out of the corner of his eye.

"She is not a liar."

"And how would you know?" Matheus turned, cocking his head to the side.

"I..." Mason swallowed. "I just know."

"You have compelled her to tell the truth, correct?" Matheus asked.

"Yes, but not since the day we met," Mason's voice wavered slightly. Matheus hummed, setting down his coffee cup. "You haven't even met her," Mason grumbled.

"Maybe this evening, I will."

Mason nodded, satisfied. Matheus smiled, sitting back down at his desk and focusing on the stack of papers in front of him.

"But Father, you didn't even answer my question. Are there witches?"

"Let me meet her first, and then I will answer that question," Matheus said with finality. Mason knew that was the end of the conversation, so he thanked his father before exiting the office.