Chapter 17

Troy

As I dove into the pool, a voice I hadn’t heard in many years spoke inside my head. “Troy.”

My insides contracted, and I inhaled sharply, almost fucking drowning myself in the process.

I was over three-hundred-years old. I was one of the strongest Lycans ever created, and whenever my father spoke to me, I instantly turned into a frightened, lost little pup. “What do you want?” I asked when I came up for air.

I felt Quinn’s eyes on me as I turned around and swam back to the other end of the pool.

“I hear you found your fated mate. The one from the prophecy.”

Well, he was bound to find out sooner or later. I was rather hoping for later though. “Who told you?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

I didn’t say anything. It was pointless. My fear now was for Quinn. My father understood the prophecy, understood what I was, and he knew what finding her meant for him.

The only way he could stop me was if Quinn died or I didn’t mark her.

“What are you going to do about it?” he asked.

“I don’t k