According to the book, Lycaon, King of Acadia, pissed off the god Zeus by trying to feed him flesh from his own son, Nyctimus.
“Gross, party foul big time Lycaon!” My stomach gave a little growl, reminding me I still hadn’t eaten dinner, which only made me nauseous thinking about this King trying to feed someone his kids flesh.
Zeus didn’t take this slight lying down either. He turned the king into a wolf, then restored his son to life and made him a wolf too. This wasn’t what I was looking for at all, except for the detailed transformation this was all myth, there was nothing to substantiate my claims. Instead of the answer to my riddle I’m down a whole week’s paycheck and no closer to the answers I seek. Sitting up I groaned as I popped my back before checking the time.
“Shit.” I whispered, even though the library was empty. Six hours, I’d been reading for six hours, it was now almost midnight. No wonder my stomach was protesting the absence of food. Packing up, I made my way to the back exit, where I always parked my car. Pushing open the door the parking lot is almost pitch black. There is a flickering overhead light close to my car, but the moon is behind a thick layer of clouds so the space between is covered in deep shadows. There’s a gust of wind, enough to knock dirt and old leaves into a mini tornado on the ground. A scream dies on my lips as a hand grabs my throat before pushing me against the old brick wall that surrounds the library. I’m airborne, my feet dangling in the air as I come face to face with my attacker.
“Hello again, pretty girl.” He sneered at me, his eyes giving off an eerie glow. I knew then that I was staring into the face of my wolf, and he wasn’t here to trade cookie recipes. My death was written on his face. I whimpered and a cruel smile spread across his face.
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Wraith
“Where are you headed man?” Rooster asked me as I headed towards my bike. I hissed at him and kept walking toward my bike. He could fuck right off with that shit. Just because he was my Vice President didn’t mean he needed to babysit me. I was the fucking president. I made the fucking rules.
“Come on man, don’t get your hackles up, you made the rules, not me. No riding alone until this situation with the wolves is handled. Remember?” Of course, I fucking remembered, those asshole cock-sucking psychopaths aka the wolves of the Lycaon Wolves MC were pissing in the wrong territory. Bunch of jack-holes who can’t keep from killing people for sport, kept trying to push themselves into my territory. That shit wasn’t going to happen on my watch though. I really wanted to punch Rooster, but being the Alpha and president, meant I had to set the example.
“Fuck! Fine, I’ll take The Kid with me, will that make you happy daddy?” I made my voice slightly higher, as girly as I could, giving him the one finger salute.
“Yes honey, it makes me feel much better. Smartass.” Rooster gave me the same girly voice, causing me to cough out a laugh.
“Shouldn’t yours be deeper, like a grown-up man? I called you daddy dude, not mommy.” I swung my leg over my vintage 64’ Panhead as Rooster shook his head grinning.
“Ain’t none of us a grown up around here, ain’t you figure that one out yet.” I sat waiting on my bike while Rooster hollered for The Kid to get his outside and mount up. When he finally came running out, he was fastening his jeans with a satisfied grin plastered on his babyface. The Kid looked like he was still eighteen, when in fact he was closer to thirty. He refused to give anyone his actual age though. He smelled like one of the club whores, Trixie. That chick was a stage five clinger, her leaning out the compound door barely dressed waving goodbye was evidence to that fact.
“Watch out for that one, she’s looking to get her claws into one of us any way she can.” He flipped me the bird before cranking up his little Sportster.
“Are we doing this, or do you wanna compare notes?” I gave him a warning growl for being an impertinent little shit. He immediately lowered his head and gave me his neck.
“Sorry, won’t happen again. Didn’t know she was your claim.” What the fuck was he talking about? Claim? Me on Trixie? Fuck no, never. I didn’t have plans to claim anyone, ever, and definitely not that one. I could hear The Kid’s thoughts though; he was still new and unsure of his position and I could tell. Most of the time I tried to avoid listen in on people’s thoughts, it was rude, and if I didn’t shut them out, I’d have too many voices inside my head at once. I only wanted my own twisted voices inside my head not everyone else’s. The Kid thought he was worried he’d get kicked out of the club, be all alone again, he was scared inside.
“I got no claim on any woman, never have, never will. My beast, he doesn’t want to settle down, he likes getting all the pussy with zero strings attached. I’m telling you to watch where you stick your dick because that particular little pussy cat wants more. She’s a Serval, they tend to be needy and clingy. That’s all, nothing more. Let’s get the fuck out of here, I need to change.” I’d put off changing as long as possible, my crew needed me, but it had been months since I let my animal out and it was starting to shred me from
