A Deadly Obsession

Introduction For the last century, we have had peace. Peace between the lycan packs, as well as peace with other supernatural beings. The Elder Council settles any disputes between the lycan packs, and other supernatural’s rarely attack us. But my pack was attacked a year and a half ago, and no one has ever told me why. We had no ongoing conflicts with other packs in the area, nor with any other supernatural creatures. To this day, the Elder Council insists we were attacked by rogues or a werewolf pack, but both are impossible. While some rogues will work together for survival, they only look out for themselves and take orders from no one. I know what I saw that day, and the attack was too calculated to be rogues. As for the werewolves, the sad tales of our wars with them can be found as far back as our history books go. Although we are both born of the Moon Goddess and are considered cousins of the shifter world, we’ve never been able to put our differences aside. We’re stronger a

‘Is now a good time to say I told you so?’ Enyo asks, her hackles raised. ‘Not helpful,’ I tell her, my heart hammering in my chest as I turn slowly to face the house, finding an old man standing at the front door with a pump-action shotgun aimed at us. “Mr Stokes?” I call out, “My name is Athena Argos. I’m just here to talk to you.” “I know who you are, mutt. And you’re not welcome here,” he says coldly. “How did you even find me?” “Derek Williams gave me your address,” I say calmly, and the old man looks surprised by that. I raise my hands above my head and step around the front of the truck. “Mr Stokes, if you know who I am, then can you please tell me what you know about what happened to my pack? Derek said that you might be able to help me.” He studies me for a moment before responding. “Arrogant, little she-wolf. Just like that Alpha of yours,” he says as he spits on the ground. “Niko thought he was above it all. But we showed him,” he says as a cruel grin spreads across hi

3 weeks later I slam my fist down on the table in the motel room. “This is useless. We’ve visited five different packs, and no one will talk to us,” I say, frustrated and tired. ‘You can’t really blame them. From the little we have found out, what happened is a tragedy.’ “Well, someone needs to talk. How are we supposed to find out who did this if they refuse to talk about it?” ‘Who are we meeting with today?’ Enyo asks as I stand up and pack my things into my backpack, getting ready to leave. “The Moonstone pack. Let’s hope they’re willing to talk,” I say as I pick up my backpack, leave the motel room, and head to the truck and get in. I throw my gear onto the seat, start the truck, and head towards the Moonstone territory. # I travel south along the old highway until I finally come across the turnoff we need. I pull onto the old dirt road and find an SUV parked on the side of the road. The young guy standing near the vehicle waves me down, so I pull over and wind my window d

Present Day I wake up to my stomach grumbling. It’s dark out, so I lean over and grab my backpack and get my phone out. Goddess, it’s 3am. I’ve slept for hours. I get up to pee, finding the ensuite on the other side of the room. When I’m done, I go to the sink and wash my hands as I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are puffy and red from crying, the remnants of the nightmare still lingering in my mind. In the mirror behind me, I notice an oversized shower with various jets and decide to take a shower. I grab a towel from the cupboard near the sink, undress, and turn the water on as hot as I can stand. Water shoots out of the jets in all directions and standing beneath them feels like heaven. I wash my long auburn hair and feel slightly better afterwards. When I’m finished, I exit the shower, wrap myself in the large fluffy towel, and return to my room. I unpack my backpack and find the extra clothes at the bottom. I put on my workout shorts and top, my runners, and head downstai

I slump back in the seat. This is too much. “I don’t understand any of this,” I say. “We all have the same marking?” “Yes, and all of them are in the same place. We think this mark shows that you’ve been blessed by the Moon Goddess. Apart from your eyes, this shows that you’re a chosen lycan,” Luna Rachel says. “Chosen for what? Why would I, or any of the others, be chosen or blessed by the Moon Goddess?” “We don’t know why you’ve been chosen, Athena. At the end of the day, what matters is finding those responsible for the attacks, and that will hopefully get us to the bottom of this,” Alpha Peter says. “But how?” I ask. “I have no idea where I’m supposed to go from here.” “I contacted Nicholas Teresi this morning and asked him to come down. He should be here tomorrow,” Doctor Shields says. “What? I didn’t ask you to do that,” Alpha Peter says. “I thought it could be helpful to get them together, Alpha. To see if they can help each other,” Doctor Shields says. Alpha Peter