The Rogue Lycan's Mate

Chapter 19

Delilah woke to the smell of something cooking, and her eyes snapped open. She looked around the room, and then at the bed beside her, not seeing Raz. She pushed the comforter off her, and slipped out of bed, walking to the doorway.

She saw Raz standing in the kitchen humming to himself in front of the stove, as she stepped out of the room. He turned toward her with a soft smile. "Good morning, I am making some pancakes. Take a seat at the table."

She pulled out a chair sitting down as he came to the table a few minutes later with a plate full of what she assumed were pancakes. He set down a bowl of fruit on the table, and he took his seat.

She watched him take two pancakes from the pile, set them on his plate, and put butter on them before he grabbed the fruit. He grabbed a bottle with brown liquid in it, and poured it over the pancakes.

He suddenly started to chuckle as he cut a piece of the pancake, making sure there was fruit on it, before handing her the fork. "Try it I promise you'll like it."

Delilah raised an eyebrow as him before taking the fork, and sniffing it. It actually smelled pretty good, and she put the fork in her mouth as her eyes widened with surprise. "This is delicious."

She chewed the food as he picked up his plate, handing it to her, and she gave him her empty plate. "Thank you." He smiled at her, as he made up another plate.

She heard the door open, and watched Psych come in dropping a bag beside a chair, before snatching Raz's plate, and sitting down putting it in front of him. "Pancakes sweet! Thanks bro, I'm starving after training. You didn't miss much."

Delilah giggled softly as Raz stared at Psych with annoyance. "You could have done up your own plate you know." Raz got up walking to the fridge, pulling out a metal bottle of something, before sitting back down. She took another bite of her pancakes as she watched him stack the pancakes with fruit, butter, and the brown stuff.

She watched him put some white stuff on it, before leaning over to her plate, and piling it on top of what was left. "You'll love it I promise." Psych chuckled. "Pass it over." She watched Raz glare at him, and purposely put it beside her out of his reach. "No you stole my plate suffer for being greedy."

She poked the white stuff with her fork before testing it with her tongue, and smiled instantly. "It's good." Raz chuckled at her. "It's called whipped cream, and that is syrup."

She watched the two glare at each other, as she shoved another mouthful, chewing, and swallowing. "You guys remind me of myself, and I."

Psych looked at her with a soft smile. "Some here have no clue we are brothers. It's not something we often share, but once they see our lycans, most know we are because we are the only white lycans I've seen anyway."

She tilted her head slowly, and looked at Raz. "Do you not have parents?" He shook his head as he took a bite full of food, and Psych sighed. "We were with our mother, and she was killed in an attack. We were brought to a pack, and placed in an orphanage. We did not know what we were, and when Raz turned sixteen, and didn't shift, they deemed him worthless, and kicked him out."

She reached a hand out, placing it on Raz arm, but he shrugged. "I lived outside the pack's borders until one night I was attacked by a rogue, and I shifted. It could be I was so young I didn't remember my exact birthday, so I could have been a few days off. We were only four, and five when our mother died. We lived out in the forest along the borders of a stream. It was strange though, because I didn't feel any pain during my first shift. It all happened so fast."

Raz shrugged. "A lycan showed up a few months later. By then, I had already found a new place to hide near the pack. I would never abandon my brother, but I had to study the border patrol. Getting him out was tricky. He handed me a cheque and said it was from my father, but he didn't want to know about me or ever hear from me. It was enough to support Psych and me, so I bought an apartment in the town here. I put myself into Wolven college, and Psych stayed here with the Kitsune."

She looked back at Raz. "Why didn't you go back to the pack once you shifted? Would they not have accepted you back with a lycan?" He shook his head. "No, we were always rogue there, never actually allowed to leave the orphanage, and we were never allowed to join the pack, because we wouldn't be of any use. It was a terrible pack anyway. I just stuck around until I could get my brother out."

Psych looked at her, grinning. "He actually snuck back into the pack, and broke me and several others out of the orphanage. No one wanted rogue children, so we just did what we could to survive. We found an apartment in town here, and I found the pack on one of my runs. They happily accepted both of us. We were given food, and a house of our own. Whatever men were left here in the pack were decent, and they accepted us into training."

She looked at Raz. "I ended up commuting from here to the college, and helped train the warriors with what I knew, and they trained me what they knew. The old pack Beta was only decent at training his children, and not the pack. A lot of the Kitsune left to join the Red River pack, but those who felt home stayed here. I felt bad for them, so when I had finished school anything I earned I gave to the pack."

Her eyes widened. "That is amazing." He nodded. "They asked me to be their Alpha, and I agreed, but I knew I would need approval from the King. The old King denied, said the pack was dead, and refused. Lucky for me, a few years later he died, and King Taranis granted me the pack. His Queen, instead of having a ceremony, donated the funds to the pack. I had the packhouse destroyed, and a new one built. I asked the pack where they wanted the new to be built, and they asked for by the lake, since I built most of the houses for the members are built right there."

She smiled. "That was so amazing of her, and I can't believe you did all of that for them." He shrugged. "They helped protect my brother when I wasn't there. It was the least I could do. Besides, this pack needed a fresh start, and with it a new name. All are welcome here, and the lost come here to help be found. I spent months being a rogue, and I know what it's like to be out there alone."

She looked down at her pancakes. "I spent years being locked in a closet by myself. I survived, but being alone now, I don't know if I could do that again."