Chapter 4

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.