The Chosen Series: A Deadly Obsession

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

We have enemies, of course. Human hunters, armed with silver bullets in their guns and crossbows, hunt any supernatural creature that crosses their path; however, they rarely pursue lycans because of their immense size and incredible speed. Sometimes they will get lucky and find a rogue lycan, but they stay away from packs. Vampires learned long ago not to mess with us, as our bite is lethal to them. As for 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 werewolves shifted 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. Those born as werewolves possess the curse from birth, while humans bitten by a werewolf will transform under the first full moon’s glow, following the bite.

Lycans, however, can only be born. Lycans are also unique creatures of the shifter world, as we are born with two souls. Our human soul, and our lycan soul. The human soul coexists with the lycan soul, which remains dormant until our sixteenth birthday, when we experience our first shift. When we shift, we become true wolves, which makes it easier for lycans to hide our existence from humans. We’re larger, faster than the average wolf, though, and we also have telepathic communication within our pack. Few supernatural beings can match our abilities; our sight, smell, telepathic communication, and our immense size make us nearly unbeatable in combat.

The Goddess blesses us with fated mates, whose bond we can usually sense upon reaching eighteen, though finding them isn’t always immediate, especially if they are not part of our pack. There are some Lycans that never find their destined mate and instead decide to share their life with a chosen mate.

As far back as our history goes, you can read 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 plus 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, several innocent pack members, and my father, our Gamma, were murdered.

The Elder council, desperate to maintain order, barely investigated the attack, claiming it was the work of either a pack of rogue lycans or werewolves. But we know they weren’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 packs rarely survive for long without an Alpha, as each rogue desires to be the pack leader, causing disloyalty and fights amongst themselves.

It was a well-organized attack. An Alpha lead pack had to be behind it. But which pack? No pack has taken responsibility, and the Elders’ refusal to investigate the packs has led to no one being held responsible.

But then there’s also the matter of how my father died. He wasn’t bitten or shredded by claws; he was shot.

For the sake of continued peace, 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...