The Lycan’s Daughter

Meet the Alpha

Being a werewolf in the 20th century is like being a pup in a pool of kittens. It’s like fighting for your life in a roomful of people wanting you dead.

At least that’s what I feel. Being a werewolf is hard, especially if you’re almost 22 with no one by your side. Most of the werewolves from our pack already met their mates before they turned 18. Celebrating their birthday by getting marked is the traditional way of entering womanhood.

I was a lone wolf, I’ve never met anyone who’s made my heart beat loud, usually it beats out of anger and rage, I’m yet to experience the love part.

Being the hater I am, I resorted to being a scout. I went hunting a couple of days ago. Even though Dad was against it, he doesn’t have a say in my decision. Mom wasn’t enthusiastic about it either.

They are pack alphas. Mom and Dad fight side by side to protect our people from vampires, and rogues. There’s a law between werewolves and vampires created centuries ago by old dudes in capes that seals a deal we’re to bring no harm to one another.

Of course that’s after a decade of bloodshed and countless wars, they decided lives they lose are not worth the fight. A truce was created to bring peace to the world.

Also, the threat from humans eradicating our kind is getting worse, even though they are at the end of the food chain, humans have developed weapons to kill off vampires and werewolves easily.

That was centuries ago, now humans have been hostile to werewolves but worship vampires. People say everyone’s equal but in reality they’re a bunch of racist bastards who kill werewolves who step out of line, but won’t protect us from rogue vampires who feast on wolves.

It’s a win-win situation for humans, vampires are stronger if they drink werewolves blood, and humans won’t have to worry about them getting eaten by vampires. They’re teaming up against us.

“You’re daydreaming again.” Scout leader Trevor snaps his fingers in front of me. I blinked a couple of times, remembering where I was.

It’s training day for the senior scouts. My team had already started transforming to their wolves, I’m the only one still standing.

“We shouldn’t be wasting energies like this.” I tried reasoning out, but he shot me a look. “You signed up for this, you know what the consequences were. Now transform or I’ll kick you and your pup out of my camp.” He sternly says before blowing the whistle on his hand.

I shook my head even though I’m still against the idea of shifting just for training, I have no choice. I don’t want to go back to school. It’s either I have to train to be a scout or learn in boring classes about history. I c****d my head sideways, and it gave a satisfying sound. Before I could channel my wolf, a scout ran to my direction. “It’s your parents.”

“We have no idea where they are, but the mission was to bring the rogue vampires here at camp. It’s been days since they’re last seen.” Amoux hands me a file with pictures inside. A murdered werewolf with bloodshot eyes, she was mutilated, her organs were spilling out of her gut.

I wish I didn’t eat breakfast this morning. “I thought they were on a hunt, haven’t you tracked them?” I handed him back the pictures. “We tried, but it’s impossible to track them, it’s mandatory for hunters to use masking perfumes to eliminate unneeded scents.” He reaches for his temples to rub them.

Amoux is a smart leader, he’s been beside my parents for centuries, he and Dad fought side by side during the great war that lasted for years, before he met Mom. He’s also my godfather.

“We’re going out tonight to search the woods where they were last seen, maybe we’ll find a lead there.” He pats me on my shoulder before standing up.”I’ll come with.”

“No you’re more safer here at the camp, if something bad happened to them you’re the next in line-”

“If something bad happens to them I won’t forgive myself for doing nothing.” I sternly replied.