The Lycan Queen

Chapter Nine

Laken’s POV

When I told Sienna why I was interested in Lycans, she gasped. She got up, walked over to her bookcase and pulled out a worn-out book. Dark leather covered it, and it looked like someone had used it a lot over the years. She carried it over to the table and gently placed it on the table in front of me.

“This book will tell you everything about the Lycans,” she explained to me. “But what I don’t understand is what makes you believe you are a Lycan?” I sighed, and explained to her my dreams, my creature who refused to allow me to shift, and being followed every time I leave the pack house.

“Who knows about this?” she asked me.

“Mom, Aunt Summer, and Laramie,” I told her. “Laramie even got a creature, too, and is mysterious like Reagan is.” She sat back in her chair, thinking.

“The Lycans are supposed to be gone,” she explained to me. “They were supposed to be attacked by The Hunters, and a massive fire destroyed everything. If you and Laramie are both Lycans, then the two of you could be the last ones.”

“And the person or creature following me?”

“They might be Lycans trying to connect to you,” she explained to me. “But this goes no further than your mom, the Luna, your sister, and me. Your life could be in danger if you let too many people know.”

“I had said nothing for almost the last two years when Reagan arrived on my true sixteenth birthday,” I told her.

“When was your birthday?”

“Normally, we celebrate the day we were adopted,” I explained. “But Reagan arrived three months before.” Sienna looked over at me, with worry on her face.

“That means your eighteenth birthday is next month?” It was the middle of May, and school was almost over for the summer. I nodded, and she leaned forward in her chair. “Laken, you need to be careful. The person who has been stalking you could be your mate. Lycans are very possessive of their mates, and they will kill any male that they feel threatened by. You have a large family; most of them are males with Alpha bloodlines. Be careful,” she warned me.

I nodded, picked up the book, and walked out of the hut to my Jeep. I could feel like someone was watching me, but I couldn’t figure out where they were. Whoever it is is annoying me. Why can’t they just come out and talk to me like a normal person? I drove back home, parking the Jeep in the driveway. My brothers were playing basketball, with my little sister talking on her phone. She looked at me with curiosity when I walked towards her with the book in my arm.

“What is that?” she asked me, pausing her conversation on the phone.

“Nothing,” I told her, walking past her into the house. Mom and dad were in the kitchen, helping Nigel with dinner, and I assume Laramie was up in her room. I ran upstairs to my room, and I slid into my room, shutting and locking the door. There was water running in the bathroom Laramie and I share, so she must be taking a shower.

I went over to my sitting area and sat down on the sofa, setting the book in my lap. Carefully, I opened the book, and I saw old pictures of creatures that looked like oversized humans with canine heads. Is this what Reagan will look like when I finally get to shift?

“Reagan, is this what we are?” I asked her.

“Maybe,” I sighed, as I was tired of her games.

“Reagan, enough of the games,” I told her sternly. “I’m a Lycan? Our mate is out there in the woods every time I go out there.”

“I can’t tell you,” she said, and then went to the back of my mind. I hate it when she will not give me any answers. The bathroom door opened, and Laramie popped her head into my room.

“Wanna go for some ice cream after dinner?” she asked me. That was her code to talk.

“Of course,” I smiled at my little sister. I feel bad for her because she is just as confused as I am about our past, and who we truly are. With my dreams of lavish gardens and an enormous house, perhaps we came from a family with money and status. I closed the book and pulled my laptop out. Even though Summer and mom are searching for answers for us, I am going to do some searching, too.

I went on the supernatural search and typed in Lycan fire about fifteen years ago. Pictures popped up of a large mansion, half of it in ruins. It was owned by the king and queen of the Lycans. What was I doing there when the fire happened? Am I a Lycan princess?

Then, I did some more searching. I discovered the Duke and Duchess’s daughters came up missing during the fire. Curiosity was taking over. So, I typed in the Duke and Duchess, and I found their pictures before the fire. They were the people in my dreams! Are they my real mom and dad?

“Laken, dinner is ready,” mom yelled through the door as she knocked.

“Okay, I’ll be down in a minute,” I responded. I heard her walk away, most likely going back downstairs. I sat there on the sofa, staring at the picture of the Duke and Duchess. They looked so much like Laramie and me. Did they survive the fire? Were there any other children or are Laramie and I their only children? There were so many questions, but I know my answers will go unanswered, just like they have my entire life.

Laramie came into my room, reminding me about dinner. I know mom sent her to get me.

“Come on, are you coming?” she asked me as she sat down on the sofa next to me. She looked at my laptop and saw the picture. “Is that--?”

“Our parents,” I said, cutting her off.