Long Run

~ 14 ~ Lev Lycan's Pov

My brothers left my villa. We all agreed on what we heard. There is no mistake. It's my job now to find her. I want her. I need her. I have been waiting for a Lycan female for four hundred years. No one will stand in my way. I feel my wolf power through my veins. He is encouraging my need.

Our wolves have the same name as our given human name. We, Lycans, get our wolf at birth. At an early age, we are intoned and become one with our wolf. Our wolf's are strong creators, they have strong wells, and they crave power. My mother always used to say. "Control the evil inside your wolf." whenever we misbehaved as kids. There was a hidden message there.

In my opinion, it's not just our wolf, it's all men. Men crave respect, power, and most of all loyalty from people around them. They also reward the people that give those to them. I believe that is how I stayed so successful in business. I reward the people that are loyal to me.

I come into my home office, I grab a new journal with burgundy lather and a pen. I need to be organized. This is not going to be easy. I sit down on my leather sofa and I started brainstorming. I write the first things that come into my mind.

• Female Lycan

She sounded young. High pitched voice of a teenager, meaning we are not the only ones alive from our species. There is a family of Lycans still alive. She might not be a pure breed but that does not matter. Zaharie's and mine genes are strong enough to bring our species back.

• Young, maybe a teenager or young adult.

• American accent.

"Mate" was for sure pronounced in an American accent. I need to start my search in America. I got goosebumps. She is powerful. If she is in America and her mind link is carried that far her wolf is strong, her human form is also strong. Or maybe she is close by traveling. Then she is not that powerful and weak. She is weak because she is young. Was it her first time using a mind link? She is a Lycan cannot be. She must have used it with her family. I take a deep breath those are all the possibilities that I need to explore.

• Mate/ Time

I continue writing

That was all I could make out from the link. Was she calling out for her mate? Is she looking for her mate? Time? It's time to find her mate? Is she running out of time? What can it mean?

First I need to explore the surrounding areas. Then travel to the US. Where will I start? Should I start with wolf packs? My wolf growls. Yes, I hate them too. I tell my wolf. I want to rip them apart with my bare hands too. But this is bigger than us, this is bigger than my pride.

I take out my map of all the wolf packs in the US. The biggest pack is in Alaska. Hell no... That will be my last visit. Then Minnesota, Idaho, Montana, Wisconsin, Michigan, Wyoming, Oregon, and Washington state. Now Alaska doesn't sound that bad. Idaho where the hell is that? The geographic locations make sense. All those locations have wolves, it's easy to blend in and cover up if there are any slip-ups.

Where should I start, Oregan is beautiful, and Mountain Yellow Tail in Minnesota looks nice. It looks like Banff mountain in Canada. This pack lives in a prime location in the mountains and made it one of the best-rated resort in the country. Smart Alpha, my wolf growls at me. I ignore him. I am a businessman at heart. I applaud thinking outside the box and proving for the whole pack. I pick up the phone and dial their resort's number.

They are all booked for the next month. Even talking to their Alpha did not help, then Oregan is where I will start. My wolf was going crazy the whole conversation. I need to keep him in check. I will be around wolves for the next couple of months and they can not find out who I am.

I get up and walk to my potions. I pick up a bottle with brown-green liquid. It is labeled "scent mask" Damn I need to get more. I never travel without it. If I am in an area with a werewolf they can easily smell my scent that I am a wolf. Lycan's scent is slightly different from a werewolf's, it's more earthy because there is more Iron in our blood causing all other scents to be overwhelmed by it.

Zaharie's mate says we smell more like a rainforest, the smell of earth when you are gardening with a little hint of wet dog. I didn't appreciate the last part. I pride myself on smelling good, keeping myself in shape, and grooming. Nothing worst than a businessman in a suit who has a beard and hair like Zach Galifianakis.

I squeeze the bottle of potion in my hand. The generation of witches that prepared this potion for me is close by. It's time to visit them.

The first witch I met three hundred years ago was beautiful. Long bleached blonde hair with stunning crystal blue eyes. She made my wolf howl. Her family just moved from Germany to Spain. Strong German genes. She was married with a set of twins at the age of 21. Her husband struggled to find work as a fisherman.

She was selling vegetables from her garden on the side of the road. They were always the best. They looked perfect and tasted the same. I could spot her talent right away so I asked her to make me a perfume that was strong enough to cover my smell. She was a smart woman and understood right away. After that, I made their family very rich over the years. The men in their families have no idea that their wives made a deal with me. I bought a great amount of land that would be great for a vineyard and then sold it to them for pennies. I secretly made connections for them with the best wine distributors. That family is amazing at growing things. Their wine recipe is one of the best.

The last witch named Fleur passed away. I have no doubt she told her granddaughter Lilly about me and sooner or later I will come for more potions.

I looked at the time it was almost 9 am. I can not waste any time. I pick up the phone and I dial Fleur's numbers. Lilly would not dare to change Fleur's number. This was their house number to the main house on the vineyard. This was the way I communicated with her.

"Hello?" I hear a woman's voice on the other line.

"Can I speak to Lilly?" I ask.

"This is she," she answers.

"Hi Lilly, my name is Lev. Your grandmother Fleur made special recipes for me. Did she ever tell you about them or about me?"

I can hear her heartbeat through the phone, her breathing became sallow, and there is silence.

"Lilly?" I ask.

"Yes sir, yes I am here sir, sorry sir," she answers me following with a huge breath in. I can hear the anxiety in her voice.

"I need ten of your grandmother's recipes."

"TEN! Grandma said you mostly order three at a time and it usually lasts you a year." Lilly is shocked about my request.

"Yes, sorry about that. I am going on an extended trip and will require more than my usual. They need to be ready in 24 hours." I tell her.

"24 hours... Yes sir. They will be ready by 6 am tomorrow. You can come to the vineyard at 8 am. Everyone will be working in the grape fields in the morning and my sister will watch the kids."

"See you then Lilly," I tell her and hang up the phone.

That is settled.

Next, I need to check if the female Lycan is close by. Regular wolves can smell prey or a female ready to mate within 1.75 miles. A werewolf can smell another werewolf in 3 miles and an Alpha smell radius is 5 miles but the Lycans smell is a lot stronger. I can smell prey or another werewolf within 10 miles.

This means my brothers and I need to go for a ride. It's been a while since I took my BMW S 1000 RR super motorcycle for a ride. We will split up to cover more area. We need to make sure our wolf is on full alert for any Lycans in the area. They are going to be so pissed.