A Brief History

Lycans are the biggest and baddest of the supernatural world, and we bow to no one.

We have enemies, of course. The human hunters try to hunt any supernatural creature that crosses their path, but they rarely hunt lycan because of our size and speed. Sometimes they will get lucky and find a rogue lycan, but they stay away from packs. The vampires learned long ago not to mess with us, as our bite is lethal to them. And the werewolves…? Well, they’ve never been much of a threat to lycans.

While lycan and werewolves are both born of the Moon Goddess, Selina, the werewolf form takes the shape of a deformed wolf/human hybrid, with the ability to stand on two legs, and they’re only able to transform during a full moon. Their abilities, like sight and smell, are also weaker compared to lycans. They can be born a werewolf, or bitten as a human, and will transform into a werewolf on the first full moon after the bite.

Lycans can only be born. Unlike werewolves, we are also born with two souls. Our human soul, and our lycan soul. Our lycan soul stays dormant, only coming forward on our sixteenth birthday, and we go through our first shift. Lycans can hide our existence from humans easier than werewolves, as we shift completely into wolves. Though we’re bigger and faster than your typical wolf, and our abilities are unmatched to most supernatural’s. We can communicate with our pack telepathically. We also have fated mates, chosen by the Goddess. We can sense the mate bond when we turn eighteen, but that doesn’t mean we will find them straight away, especially if they’re not a part of our pack. Some Lycans can go their whole lives without finding their fated mate and will choose a mate to spend their life with.

As far back as our history goes, you can read of the sad tales of the wars between supernatural species in our history books, as we have never been able to put our differences aside. But after a war that could have wiped out all supernatural creatures over a century ago, the leaders of the supernatural communities formed a pact to ensure peace, with our leaders and elders mediating any conflict that may arise. And, for the past hundred years, peace has remained unbroken.

Until now.

My pack, Blood-Moon, is one of the oldest and strongest packs in the country. But that didn’t stop someone from attacking us, and we never saw it coming. Our Alpha, innocent pack members, and my father, our Gamma, were all killed. The elder council has tried to cover up the attack, claiming that it was carried out by either rogues or werewolves. But we know it wasn’t werewolves, as it was lycans who came that day. But a rogue lycan pack doesn’t make sense either. While they may create small packs to ensure survival, these groups rarely survive for long without an Alpha, as each rogue desires to be the pack leader, causing disloyalty and fights amongst themselves.

The attack was well-coordinated. An Alpha lead pack had to be behind it.

But then there’s how my father was killed. He wasn’t bitten or shredded by claws; he was shot.

My pack has accepted the council’s decision not to investigate the attack further, but I can’t handle not knowing the truth anymore. There are too many unanswered questions. And if the elder council won’t help me, then I need to find the answers myself.

My father was my mentor and my hero, and I can’t move on or accept my role as Gamma until I find those responsible for his death. So today, I leave the safety of my pack and territory to find answers, and I will not return until I have avenged my father.

But first, let’s go back to the night that my story began…