“We’ll take this one and I suggest that you talk to Elder Jensen about this question.” Jesper says and I look at the list to see which one Elder Jensen might be able to help me with.
It is a question that I found after starting my studies, it was something one of my classmates had said and it had stuck with me ever since.
I decide to take Jesper advice and go to talk to Elder Jensen, hoping that he can help me out a little bit. Maybe he even has the answer to my question and it will be one more question I can cross off my list, one step closer to find out the truth.
I find Elder Jensen in his office and I close the door behind me, before I walk over to the couch.
“What can I help you with, Dallas?” Elder Jensen asks and I take a moment to gather my courage to ask my question.
“Can you tell me the difference between a Wolf and a Lycan? I was never educated on that subject, but we both know that I am a Lycan and that my Father lied to me. I need to know those differences and particularly about the bond between parents and their children.” I manage to say.
It still hurts to know that my Father lied to me, I grew up believing that my Mother was an Omega Wolf. My time here with the Elders has shown me that he lied about a lot more than just my Mother being a Wolf.
“There is a lot on that subject and we will be here for a few weeks if I have to tell you all of it myself. I will get you a book from my personal library, it deals with all the differences between Wolves and Lycans and it will provide you with all the answers you need.” Elder Jensen says.
I accept his offer, it will be easier to read a book than to ask all the questions that are running through my mind.
“Come to my office in the main building in the morning, I will have it ready for you.” He says, before I walk out of the office.
There is an office for the Elders in each building, just in case they want to work in peace or if a Squad member has asked for a meeting. Their main office is in the main building though, but I have never been in there before and I am actually curious about that office.
I head back up to my room and I lie down on my bed, just staring up at the ceiling. I clear my mind of any thoughts, I need some time without so many questions running through my mind.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and slowly exhale. I keep repeating this until I feel my body becoming heavy and I just lay there without anything running through my mind, I always love this feeling.
The only downside to this state is that I always manage to fall asleep and today isn’t an exception, I slowly drift off the sleep with an empty mind.
Loud knocking on my door wakes me and I jump of the bed to open the door, just to see one of my Squad members standing there.
“Sorry to wake you, Captain. Joshua send me to get you for dinner.” She says, before slightly bowing her head.
Dang, I slept a lot longer than I normally do.
Daxton’s p.o.v.
Like every night, I wake up covered in sweat. I had another nightmare, but like always I can’t remember what is was about.
I have had this nightmare for almost twenty seven years and I can’t remember a single detail after waking up, not one single thing that can help me understand this. No sound, no smell, no image.
At first I thought it might have something to do with Sage, but as time passed and details kept alluding me, I gave up hope to find answers in that nightmare.
I say nightmare, because I feel trapped afterwards and it never is a good feeling. The sweat is also telling me that it is a nightmare and even after all these years I hate waking up like this.
Almost as if the events from twenty seven years ago happened all over again, but just like back then I can’t remember a damn thing and it is frustrating the hell out of me.
Cyran growls in my head, he hates this as much as I do and no matter what we have tried, we just can’t remember what happened that night with Sage.
She left the territory a few days later and no one has seen her since. The only thing we know is that she is mated to a Beta and that she hasn’t been in contact with any of her relatives here.
I get out of bed, knowing that I won’t be able to get back to sleep again and get dressed in some training gear. I start with a run through the forest to clear my mind of the nightmare and after that I hit the gym to go through my daily routine, before taking a shower before going to breakfast.
“Another nightmare.” Darius states as I walk out of my room, I don’t have to answer him because he knows what is troubling me.
I was never able to talk to Sage about it, she didn’t want to talk to Darius either and I never found out if Mother talked to her.
Darius always says that if Mother had talked to her, she would have told us and for the first few years I might have believed him. I don’t believe it anymore and I am starting to wonder if the situation with Sage was at the start of all of this.
Even though Darius is her favorite, she still made it clear that we both had to wait for our connection and to form a true Mate-bond out of it. It wasn’t until a few years after that incident that she started to push a chosen Mate on me.
“Damn, I had hoped she wouldn’t show her face for a few more days.” I hear Darius mumble next to me and I actually chuckle at his words.
“Why are you upset? I am the one she is always harassing.” I whisper as I turn my head towards him, I don’t want to see Mother or Daniella.
“You are my Brother and indirectly she is insulting me as well. I don’t want to hear her say that I am getting old.” He whines the last sentence.
We both laugh as we sit down and Preston is looking at us with a brow raised.
“Darius doesn’t want Mother to remind him of the fact that he is getting old and every time she tells me I am getting too old, she is also accusing Darius of getting too old.” I say and we laugh some more.
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