All the books and lore I read, though they varied in one way or
another, agreed that wendigos were once humans with an
enormous carnivorous appetite for human flesh; the folklore also
mentioned in its contexts that the only thing that could kill a
wendigo is a silver blade to the heart, so it seems that the legend
was true after all. Well, actually, monsters weren’t born; they
were created. Long story short, they messed up with a very
powerful witch, so the witch cursed them to be monsters with an
insatiable thirst for human flesh.
“Is it dead? Looking at the ground where its body was laid?”I
wonder where she obtained her large brown coat from, Iris
asked me.
“Yes,” I answered, shoving a handful of my blond hair out of my
face and attempting to catch my breath.
“How are you doing? She gave you a pretty good shove.” I put my
hand on her shoulder and gave her a thorough examination.
“Nope, I’m fine. I would have reprimanded her, but I knew Iris
too well to think that she would listen, and she never did. “I have
tough skin and I heal quicker than you,” she said with a smile that
eased my anxiety, All right. I offered to take the lead and drag the lifeless animal by
the horn. “Quick, let’s take it to the woods and bury it before
someone sees us.”
Iris answered, “Sure,” and she followed me in dragging the lifeless
body of the Wendigo. We buried it six feet below the surface of
the earth when we got to the woods. Iris and I headed directly to
our apartment, which was closer to the state campus. I could
barely close my eyes at night.
It was just a matter of time before another monster discovered
me, and I had a strong suspicion that this wouldn’t be the last one
I have to deal with.
But I’ll be prepared for each and every one of them.
Dimitri’s POV
I smelled her perfume at Tropical Thunder yesterday, and yes,
after all this time, I felt her for the first time—my so-called mate
—but I sincerely wish I hadn’t for her own sake.
Since yesterday, when Luca my wolf first smelled her, he has
been practically singing the word “Mate” in my head. It was
excruciatingly painful to bear. I suppose he was jumping for joy
at the thought of finally meeting his so-called soulmate, but I
wasn’t, and to be honest, meeting someone chosen for me by the
moon goddess wasn’t exactly thrilling to me. It sounds too corny,
if you ask me. There were still a lot of things that needed to be
done, and she smelled like a human. What the hell could she do
to help me or the pack?
A human partner was useless to me and even more so to the
entire pack; if anything, she would just get in the way of my goals, regardless of what Celeste or her blasted predictions had
stated.
My name is Dimitri Axel Castellan, and just to whet your
appetite, I am a Lycan. Well, our sworn enemies, the vampires,
made sure of it, being the last of us that still roamed this already
messed up earth.
When I’m not out signing checks, closing deals, or breaking
pretty girls’ hearts, I’m the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, the
biggest and most formidable pack in all of Europe. To the
supernatural world, I am known as the Blood Alpha and
everyone’s worst nightmare. To the mundane world, I am the
CEO of Castellan corp and Europe’s youngest and most eligible
billionaire playboy.
A flashback of that cursed day crept back into my mind. It’s been
two decades and three years since both of my parents were
killed, the day we were raided and attacked by the Volkari coven,
but the memory was fresh to me like it was just yesterday,
haunting and plagued my thoughts. I guess time could heal some
wounds but this wound won’t. My mother, the Luna queen, and
father, the former Alpha lycan king, died a few years after I was
born, four years to be exact, In case you missed it, the Volkari’s were a coven of very old and
elite vampires. If you asked me, they were nothing more than
bloodthirsty parasites, and they are our eternal enemies. What
made them so dangerous was that, despite having thousands of
armies, they were presumably dispersed throughout the world
with the sole intent of wreaking havoc wherever they went.
I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I slammed the door of
my black Rolls Royce shut, knowing that vampires in the Volkari
pack were evil and that every pack knew better than to draw
their attention. I had arrived at Coffee Bay, the best café in
Bournville, and I literally ran on their best coffee.
I pushed open the door to the café and saw that Lance and Gabe
were waiting for me at a table. Lance is my delta and also my
annoying little cousin who occasionally irritates me. I fucking
hate that mutt. Lance is also my childhood friend and one of the
very few people I could completely trust. Our bond was
strengthened because he is also my beta and second in command
in my pack. In addition, he is one of the best warriors in the
pack, if I do say so myself.
Once again, everything was filled with the comforting and
enticing sweet aroma of freshly cut lilacs and vanilla.
