"He of Legend."
It was his only purpose after he changed.
He craved to see them suffer, to see the life fade from their eyes. He wanted their blood on his hands, and he still does.
Only now he has one more desire.
"I know you don't understand what's happening, but this isn't your fault. They think harming you will stop me, but they're gravely mistaken. They will regret ever touching what's mine. I assure, Eden, they will pay for what they've done."
A twist on the legend/myth of the ancient Arcadian King, Lycaon.
He is a man of legends.
Only those who were there know the truth of what happened; those who were not know only a sliver of the details. Rumors of him go on for centuries, but they as well only tell a few things.
Most know him as Orestheus, a son of Lycaon. Soon though, he will have a new name.
He never expected her.
He wasn't searching for her, yet when he saw her he knew she was a masterpiece of her own. She was everything he had ever wanted but never knew he did, and that terrified him.
She was his prize.
He exited the marble structure, canvassed in blood. Control surged through his veins, stealing it from the prior vessel.
They bowed down as he went past, heads to the ground, not looking him in the eye. The corpse in his arms brought him a sense of satisfaction he had longed for since his first breath.
A devious smirk spread across his face as he placed it on the stone altar, he knew they couldn't ignore him any longer.
Turning, he watched as the people grew terrified of his overwhelming power. It seeped from his pores, clinging to him as though it were a second skin. They all knew what it meant, scrutinizing the man who had not only taken another life, but had gained the attention of the gods.
He was the king now.
Translations at the end of the chapter
I sat on the floor in front of my window and looked out to the trees. The strange feeling of being incomplete was something I'd been feeling for a while. It wasn't crippling, it was more of a nudge. A nudge that made me want to search, but for what, I didn't know.
What was it that was missing, and why did it bother me so much?
There was nothing I could do about it though, except sit and quietly mumble a song to myself, at the same time wondering what was wrong with me.
"There was a time when I was alone, nowhere to go and no place to call home. My only friend was the man in the moon, and even sometimes he would go away too.Then one night as I closed my eyes, I saw a sh-"
"Hurry and get ready, Eden! Olivia just called and said she'd be here in ten minutes," my mother called from outside my door.
I sighed, taking one last glance out to the trees before getting up. "Sí mamá, I'm going," I answered as I walked to the bed where I'd laid out clothes beforehand.
Olivia, or Oliviá as she likes to call herself, is from America who told her rich father to send her abroad. For some reason, she thought being in the Dominican Republic would make her stand out at home when she went back.
The way we became friends is a strange one, truth be told. All it took was one glance at me the first time we saw each other and she'd decided I'd be her closest amigo. I was confused at first but decided, what did I have to lose? Over time we became closer and closer until we were best friends. Even when everyone told her she should stay away from me, she ignored them, claiming none of them knew what they were talking about.
Instead of coming in ten minutes like she said, she came in twenty.
I watched from my spot at the window as my door flew open by Oliva, obviously in a rush.
"Oh my God, Eden, we have to go! We were supposed to pick my friends up from their hotels!" Olivia exclaimed, taking my arm and dragging me out the door.
"What did you even do that made you late?" I asked, jogging down the stairs.
She rolled her eyes, "Emily was nagging me doing my work again."
I nodded, although she was here for the experience she still had to complete college.
"By the way, Eden, cute outfit," she said glancing at my baby blue shorts and shirt.
I smiled, "Thanks."
We turned the corner, running to the door before halting as we see mama standing there with her hands on her hips.
"¡Espera solo un minuto! Olivia, I know you're in a rush, but you both know we have to do a rundown of everything."
We groaned, there was no chance of being able to leave as soon as we'd hoped.
"You know it's been getting dangerous lately, I just want to make sure you're safe," she told us with a stern look. "Phones?"
"Charged and with help on speed dial," Olivia answered.
I pat my back pocket, "Lo tengo."
This went on for a while until she was sure we had everything.
"Alright now be safe girls, stay out of trouble," she told us as we walked to the door.
"Sí sí, we know, it's so annoying doing this everytime," muttered Olivia under her breath.
But apparently she wasn't quiet enough and my eyes widened when I saw mi mamá twist down and start to take off her shoe.
"¡Lo siento, mamá! Forget she even said anything!" I yelled, shoving her out.
We were going to a museum in Santo Domingo she thought was amazing. With us living in Bonao, it was going to take a while to get there.
My mom was extremely worried because Olivia had dropped this last minute. She had the mindset that something would happen to us and she wouldn't be able to get to us in time.
To ease her mind, she sent a friend of hers ahead to make sure it was ok and had him stay to keep an eye on us.
"So Eden, where's the best place to get some tacos or some Spanish food around here," some guy turned and asked as we wandered.
"If you haven't noticed, you're in La República Dominicana, I'm pretty sure most things here would be Spanish," I said lowly.
He immediately asked me more questions and told me to say things because my accent was a 'turn on' but I ignored him and went to find Olivia. It was my first time speaking since we met but that was no excuse for rudeness.
As we were listening to one of the workers talk about the Battle of El Memiso, whispers started becoming the only thing I could hear. I thought it was just one of Olivia's friends and got annoyed when it got louder.
I turned to see who was talking so loud so I could tell them to shut it, but no one was talking. Surprisingly everyone was paying attention to the lady as she pointed to a portrait with a picture of a general.
I tried to listen to her but I couldn't stop hearing the whispers, then I noticed it was coming from a certain direction.
"Olivia do you hear that?" I leaned in and whispered to her.
"You don't hear the whispering from over there?"
She raised her eyebrow at me, "I think those cocadas are getting to your head, Eden. I told you eating too many was bad for you."
I didn't reply and only stared at the talking hallway before deciding it was probably just more people talking.
I went back to listening to the woman and ignored the whispers, but I flinched when I heard a new voice.
The voice rang in my ear. It was loud, and the only thing I could think about was that it knew my name and that was not ok. It hadn't come from the hallway either, if anything it sounded like it was in my head, but that didn't stop me from hearing the other voices.
People began to notice how I was frozen in place, staring at the hallway. I heard them ask if I was ok but the whispers were getting louder and louder.
I told them I was fine and kept watching, hoping someone would come around the corner to ease my mind.
That didn't happen though, and I felt like I was being lured away by the strange incoherent whispers. The tug became too strong to resist, capturing my attention and practically leading me to it.
"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back," I said, and tried to walk away. I was stopped by Olivia who asked if I was really okay, insisting that she could come with me, but I told her I was fine.
As I walked, the whispers kept a steady direction as to where they were coming from.
I found the hall for Greek mythology and was about to walk past it, but for some reason, it felt as though the whispers started getting louder right when I made it there.
I made my way through the marble corridor to what seemed to be a monster.
At this point, I could hear little sentences being made. Some said come here and others read it, but there was one that rang out the most.
There was a touchable little booklet in front of a portrait that read Lycaon, King of Arcadia. Picking it up, I started reading where things seemed to be popping out of the page, and once I did the voices disappeared altogether.
Some of the first accounts of werewolves come from Ancient Greek literature. Ovid, in the Metamorphoses, told of the Arcadian King, Lycaon. King Lycaon was visited by Zeus. Not believing him to be a true all-knowing god, he went on to test Zeus by serving him human flesh in one of the many dishes served at a banquet in their honor.
It wasn't normal flesh - Lycaon was said to have served either one his own son's flesh. His son Nyctimus (Son to be killed) was just one of 50, so King Lycaon felt he had plenty more where that came from.
Murder and cannibalism were a major crime at the time and with Zeus being a God it didn't end well. Upon discovering the tainted dish, Zeus was furious and had King Lycaon changed into a wolf. He then turned his other fifty sons to wolves as well.
Zeus, feeling that since Lycaon obviously had a penchant for human flesh, the monstrous wolf body would be a more acceptable form to take part in such a vile activity. Zeus then brought his son Nyctimus back to life.
Nyctimus succeeds his father as king of Arcadia. His rule was cut short by something or someone, which some speculate was caused by one of his brothers for his lack of respect for the Gods.
I kept reading until I felt a presence near and turned my head.
There was a man, and he looked.. fake. To be specific, he looked like one of the statues in the room we were alone in. Which didn't make me feel any better, especially since he was staring at me.
"I see you're interested in the origins of werewolves," he stated, eyeing the book in my grasp.
I stuttered, startled he had asked, "Uh, no, I was only-"
"It's alright, I'm sure everyone wants to know where they come from," he cut me off.
My eyes widened, he shouldn't be able to tell what I was.
"Ya sabes, Nyctimus was to succeed his father as king of Arcadia. But his reign was cut short by something, some think it was one of his brothers."
"I read that, uh do you research this kind of thing or something?" I asked, getting even more uncomfortable. He wasn't normal, whoever he was. The fact that he knew what I am made it clear. Normal people, including the supernatural, shouldn't be able to tell.
He looked at me, a glint in his eyes, "No, I just find it... fascinating ."
I couldn't stay here, I had to get back to the group and leave.
"May I have your name?" he asked getting closer.
I backed up a little before answering. "Eden."
His eyes flashed in what seemed to be excitement, "Well Eden, you probably don't know that someone has taken Lycaon's place as King. The new one is... much more dangerous."
I subtly stepped back, looking behind me to see if anyone was coming before turning back to find him closer than he was before. I almost jumped, but instead, I slid my hand into my back pocket.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"This King executed Lycaon and continued to murder his brothers, one after the other. He wanted to make sure no one would be able to take his place, but they say there's another reason."
"And what reason is that?"
"Eden! Where did you go?" I heard from the main hall. There was a noticeable shift in the air when we heard it.
The man's face took a turn and looked darker as he flicked his eyes to the entryway.
I almost questioned if Olivia had heard my silent prayer. "Lo siento, that's my friend. I have to go but it was great talking to you." I said, using this chance to get away.
I turned quickly and sped to the main hall but not before hearing his voice one last time.
"The heroes are the ones who always get remembered, but the legends never die. Heroes live in books, written but forgotten. Legends haunt you, they follow you home and make your life a living hell. They are vengeful, breathing wraiths with flesh and bone. They are the ones to worry about Eden, not the heroes."
It felt as though he were right behind me, saying it directly in my ear. I turned around, the knife flying through the air to where his throat should've been. I was stunned when he wasn't there, only letting the knife to get stuck in a wall.
I looked around to see where he could have gone, but there was no possible way he could have left without me seeing him. All around the hallway, even from the reflection of the marble walls and floors, he just wasn't there.
It was as if he was never there at all.
Sí - Yes
Espera solo un minuto - Wait just a minute
Aquí - Here
Lo tengo - Got it
Lo siento - I'm sorry
Ya sabes - You know
Translations at the end of the chapter
I stayed in place, finding myself staring at the portrait of Lycaon. It didn't make any sense how he disappeared like that. Unless he can teleport, the speed of his movements was virtually impossible.
The sound of Olivia's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I hurriedly pulled the knife from the wall before she could come around the corner, putting it back into my pocket.
I watched as she wandered past the entry, stopping when she saw me
"Where were you, Eden? I came to find you since you've been gone for a while, and I was worried after that whole scene out there," she said, running up and shaking me.
"I'm fine, don't worry," I said. Her reaction had me curious, had she not seen him leave? "Olivia, I know you'll find this weird, I do too if we're being honest, but did you see a man leave here?"
"What? Eden seriously, what is going on with you today, are you ok?"
"I was the only one in the hallway Eden, no one left from here. You must be seeing things."
Her reaction had me mad at her, but it didn't matter at the moment. I was more worried about the fact that she didn't see the man.
She took my arm before I could warn her and lead me back to the group, "I found Eden guys, she's fine, she just didn't feel well. Let's go to Winston's, I made our reservations earlier so we should start going."
I tried to protest, but Olivia caught me, "Don't stress, I'm sure whatever you saw was nothing. Eating will make you feel better. If it doesn't then I promise we'll go home."
I thought about it. I doubt any of them would leave without eating first. They were all snobby except for Olivia and would brush me off as nothing.
I nodded. I could let them eat a little bit before suggesting to leave.
Olivia held my hand the whole way as we walked through the city. I enjoyed it, but as much as I did, I couldn't get what that man said out of my head. He sounded like he was giving a warning, but I couldn't think of what could relate to what he was saying, or maybe I was just over analyzing it.
My thoughts stopped when we made it to the restaurant.
Olivia led everyone to the table after checking in and we started ordering our food. As we waited, I decided to get to know some of the people here starting with the guys since they were so eager to talk.
I'm soft-spoken around people I don't know, and it was hard for them to hear me in the loud restaurant. Even so, it gave them no reason to talk about me like I wasn't there.
"I'm telling you man, the cops never caught me," the boy who bothered me earlier bragged, "I could take her phone right now and she wouldn't even know it, and I'll be home free once I leave."
"Uh, you know we're not gonna let you do that right? Why are you trying to steal from her in the first place? She's the reason we're here right now, be a little more grateful!" the other said.
Did they think I couldn't speak English at all? "Uh you know I can hear you right?" I waved my hand in front of their faces, offended that they still didn't respond.
Taco boy looked jumped as if just then noticing me. "You know you're really fine with your hips and curly hair and what not. I'm Dallas, Dallas Dawson."
Just to make him feel uncomfortable I stared at him without responding, debating on whether or not I should acknowledge his offensive comment.
"Thanks, I guess, so who are you?" I asked, turning to the more pleasant one.
He grinned, "Dylan." He pointed his thumb at Dallas, rolling his eyes. "Ignore what this guy says, he's not exactly the best at being polite."
I nodded. "Well it's nice to meet you guys," I said as I smiled.
"You ever had someone toss something down your shirt?" Dallas asked, staring at where my shirt hung a little in the front.
Had he lost his mind? I pulled my shirt up a little and glanced at Dylan who he looked at him questionably.
Dallas looked at my face again but his eyes kept switching from my eyes to my chest. "You know it's pretty fun if you're a guy, my friends play it all the time with other girls"
I tapped Olivia on the shoulder and asked for her jacket which she happily gave to me and zipped it up all the way.
"Clearly you haven't been taught proper manners. That is not a game, and stop looking at me that way" I snarled, scooting to Olivia a little more. I almost bared my teeth but I didn't want to seem too rude.
"Dude, seriously, that's sexual harassment. Stop before you get yourself in trouble, we're not the only ones here and if a waiter catches you talking to her like that we might get asked to leave," Dylan said glancing around.
At least one of the people here had sense, Dylan obviously wasn't one of the friends he was talking about.
"It's not if she enjoys it too. Trust me most girls I've ever met love it." Dallas send
I decided I wasn't about to get myself in trouble for wringing his neck and went to talk to the girls. "If you don't mind, I'll be talking to Olivia and them," I said more so to Dylan so I wouldn't hurt his feelings.
He nodded while Dallas just grinned in this creepy way that made me want to jump across the table and strangle him.
I introduced myself to the girls, Hayden and Addison. Hayden was pretty with brown hair. She told me that she and Addison were best friends and had been friends for years and became friends with Olivia a few months before she left. Addison was a blond like Olivia but she was also pretty.
Right as I was about to start actual conversation Hayden interrupts me, "So Eden, I was texting Dallas and he- wait, you do know which one is Dallas right?" I nodded. "Oh ok, so I asked him what was up with you two. He said you two weren't that close and that you're just his 'side chick', is that true?"
Of course, he had that idiotic grin on his face and he just leaned back before winking and putting his arms behind his head.
"Well, is it?" I hadn't realized I tuned her out a little with the anger I was getting. I closed my eyes trying to relax.
"Hayden," Addison hissed, shocked at her friend.
Olivia, who was appalled by her accusation, just about spit out her drink at the question. "Are you insane? Eden would never go for a guy like him, I mean would anyone? Besides she's not going to do anything with another male until she finds the one meant for her."
Hayden nodded, not fazed at all. "Of course, I knew that! It's only my curiosity! Honestly I was about to say, you little hoe but I wanted to make sure first."
"Well, is it? Eden?" I hadn't realized I tuned her out a little with the anger I was getting. I closed my eyes trying to relax.
It was getting extremely hard not to lash out at them, I know what Hayden's intentions were but the way she put it really angered me.
I took a breath, and I would have answered if Dallas hadn't said "Who waits for true love these days? Take a good look at Eden. I swear if I got a moment alone with her I'd have her begging to be with me instead."
Dylan and I had to grab Olivia's arms and drag her back to the seat before she could grab his throat.
Olivia yelled at him and I quietly glared, not one for making a scene. I blocked him out and started to wish I hadn't come before I got this eerie feeling.
Like someone was watching me.
Being smart about it since I didn't know who it could possibly be, I glanced to the right and was met with red eyes.
It was the man from the museum, he'd followed us.
I tapped Olivia's shoulder and whispered to her that it was the man I was talking about before. She looked at me in disbelief and started questioning if I was so angry that I was seeing things. Once I pointed to him though, her voice died in her throat.
"Don't let him know we see him!" I hissed, forcing her to look at me. I didn't know what he wanted and I certainly wasn't about to find out either. I was more than certain he was here because of me, and I started blaming myself for allowing him to follow us here.
I leaned over again and asked Olivia where her phone was since she had the help ready. She told me it was in her bag so I put my phone on the table for him to see, I leaned down to and grab it.
I looked at where the sound came from to find Dallas, happy and pumping his fists in the air. I lifted my brow questioning him before I hear the server who had come with our drinks tell me, "Lo siento, señorita, pero el chico le ha metido algo en la camisa."
"Gracias señor," I said as I pulled the zipper down on the jacket and looked into my shirt to find whatever he had thrown.
It was paper. He had actually thrown a bit of paper down my shirt.
The waiter placed our drinks down and gave Dallas a hard look, "Hombre joven, we do not tolerate that kind of behavior in here. If this happens again we will be forced to ask you to leave."
I graciously gave him a smile as he walked away before I turned to Dallas and stared at him while I took the paper out.
"Wow, you just touch yourself like that?" he said, not fazed at all by what the waiter had said.
"Why yes Dallas, I do. It is my body after all, I would think I had the right to," I said still staring at him. I glanced at the man again, his eyes switching from me, to Dallas, and back to me again.
I took a deep breath and texted mama's friend our location and told him we were in danger. He replied fast and told us to try to get out of the restaurant as quickly and unnoticeable as possible.
Olivia had warned Dylan and Addison by this time so they looked semi-alert. I told them to calm down and act casual. I couldn't risk them getting us noticed either but Hayden and Dallas watched confused since they hadn't been informed yet.
My hand went to the table to grab my phone, but it wasn't there. I was going to use it to text my mom and tell her the situation as well.
On instinct, I grabbed my thighs for 1 second at most before hearing, "Whoa! What are you grabbing yourself for?"
I looked under me and sat down, then again between my legs. The entire time Dallas made comments like "What would be between there?" or "Why are you looking in places like that?"
"Dallas, I swear to God, shut up!" Surprisingly it wasn't me who said this, it was Olivia. "He took your phone when you weren't looking, Eden."
"Dallas give me my phone, now," I demanded, losing my patience.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him step towards us.
"I don't have her phone," he laughed, finding our panic funny.
I was getting somewhat frantic, "Dallas, now." He stared at me for a few seconds, a bit scared from the small growl I had accidentally let slip out. Dylan had to reach over and snatch the phone from him, leaving Dallas stunned.
He was even closer now.
I glanced over to the door for a split second to see if anyone was blocking it, no one was there.
"You know what, I heard there are other restaurants better than this around here," I said giving Olivia a look.
She nodded and backed me up, "Definitely, I've gone here once with my father and know a better one down the street."
He glared at us, probably hearing us, before closing his eyes and opening them back up again to reveal a normal green. His eyes confirmed something I suspected earlier, he isn't a normal person.
I couldn't think of anything to do, what if he followed us? He followed us here, who's to say he won't do it again? Who was this man?
As I panicked I felt something stir.
It felt like something was mutely yelling at me, almost as if they were underwater.
The familiar chime of the bell when someone walks in sounded. I paid no mind considering this is a restaurant and I'd be more concerned if people weren't coming.
And yet... even if I paid no mind, he did.
His head snapped to the door when we heard it. The truly strange thing was, the bell had been chiming this whole time. This time however, he looked and his eyes flashed red again.
I paid no mind to who was at the door, more focused on getting out. Everyone started preparing their things so we would be able to go straight out while I checked one last time to see what he was doing.
His head was still turned towards the door and a group of people walked in front of him blocking my view for a few seconds.
When they moved, he was gone.
He had disappeared again, and just like last time I looked to see if there were any exists around where he was standing. And once again, there weren't any.
He couldn't have possibly walked with the group, I'm sure they would have noticed if a random stranger had started to walk with them.
Even if he was gone though, I was not going on a search for him.
I grabbed Olivia's hand this time instead of it always being the other way around and led us to the door. The others followed behind us. It felt like it was all my fault that they were in danger and I had to get them out of here before he could hurt them.
When we were closer to the door I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and I turned my head.
It was him.
He was coming straight towards us.
My eyes widened as I yanked Olivia forward, pushing her out the door and then all the others. All my efforts went down the drain though, because all they could do was watch in horror as he started reaching out to me right when I closed my eyes.
But he never touched me.
Pushed out the door without warning, I stumbled into Olivia's arms. I looked back to see who had done it but all I saw was the door slamming shut.
Then I heard it.
There was a loud growl that echoed throughout the entire restaurant, or at least that's what it felt like. It was so loud that it reached outside where the sound hit me in waves. I don't know how to describe it, it was so powerful it nearly put me on my knees, but before it could I heard a voice.
"Run Eden, you need to leave. Now."
Lo siento, señorita, pero el chico le ha metido algo en la camisa - I'm sorry, miss, but the boy has thrown something into your shirt
Gracias señor- Thank you, sir
Hombre joven- Young man
First Blood Spilled
Translations at the end of the chapter
Dallas broke our silent running.
"Who the hell was that? What just happened?" he turned to me with a malicious grin, "Eden... are we running away from your boyfriend?"
Olivia swung around and punched him in the face, sending him tumbling to the ground.
"It's not fucking funny Dallas and it's not damn a joke. Any of you blame this on her again and what happens won't be pretty. Now, let's go," she fumed, grabbing my hand and leading us down the street with one last menacing look to the rest of the group.
"Thank you," I mumbled.
She wrapped her arm around my shoulder, "No problem, you know I'll stand up for you any day, now where did Samuel say to meet him?"
"He's where we parked the car," I said, remembering the last text he sent.
"Ok then," she turned around to the others, "We've got a long walk ahead of us and we've got to get there fast, let's hustle people!"
I snorted. "You sound like a gym coach."
She elbowed me, laughing as she did so. "Oh hush."
As soon as we saw Samuel I let go of Olivia's hand and ran to him, "What did Alfa say?"
"He wants us to go back, immediately. You're going to have to explain everything to him... your mother wants to know if you're alright, she says you haven't been answering your phone."
"I'm- I'm fine, uh, tell her I said we'll be back soon." He nodded then looked back to his phone. By this time Olivia had walked over, she'd told the others to sit in the car so they wouldn't hear our conversation.
"So, what's happening?" she said, tossing her arm over my shoulder.
"I," Samuel stated looking at the both of us, "need you to explain what happened."
"Eden should explain," Olivia said, giving me an encouraging squeeze.
"Well..um, we went to the museum as we had planned to and it was all normal, or at least it was until I started hearing whispers. Olivia didn't hear them, and I didn't know what else to do because it was coming from one of the hallways away from everyone."
I was interrupted by Samuel, "So you decided it would be a good idea to go to them."
"No! Of course not! I wasn't planning on going but I... I don't know, it was like I was being pulled. I couldn't stay away," I explained, trying to make sense.
"I see, and what were the whispers saying?" he said, raising an eyebrow. He didn't believe a word I said. Olivia got more curious and wanted to know as well.
"Uh, things sort of like come here and read it. But that was only when I was closer to the book."
"Book?" He asked, confused.
"Yes, a book. I didn't want to, but something was pulling me to go to it-"
I scowled at Olivia, "Yes, alone. Like I was saying, when I got to where it wanted me, there was a book about a king."
"Why would it want you to read a book about a king? Who was he?" he questioned.
"I don't know!" I yelled exasperated, "His name was King Lycaon or whatever, was supposed to be the first werewolf."
Samuel's eyes flashed with fear and Olivia noticed, "What is it, Samuel?"
"It doesn't matter, keep explaining," he said shaking his head then nodding towards me. But we knew he was lying, it was important.
I eyed him warily before continuing. "While I was reading, this man came up. I don't know who he is or what he wants, but he's dangerous. He asked if I was interested in the origins of werewolves, and I said no, but he said it was fine that I want to know where I come from.'"
"What? How could he have known?" Olivia asked wide-eyed.
"I don't know! That's why he's dangerous, he's not normal. You know as well as I do that he shouldn't have been able to tell what we are. I tried getting away from him, but he was really insistent. He started telling me things about how there's a new king who killed the last one and stuff like that."
Samuel's expression was neutral, but his brow was furrowed. He knew something, and he wasn't telling what.
"Samuel, I swear to God, what do you know?" Olivia demanded.
"Eden, continue your story," he said.
I started to protest, "But-"
My eyes widened at the slight tremble in his voice, but I continued.
"He said the new king started killing his brothers and was going to go on, but he never got to because Olivia came and I used her to get away."
"And the restaurant?" He asked.
"While we were there he came and creepily watched us. Then when I talked about leaving he started walking to the table, but he stopped when someone walked in and he disappeared. I mean, he was standing there and this group walked in front of him, and he was gone. He did the same thing at the museum too."
"Who walked in?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I don't know, I didn't pay attention to that. I was more focused on getting out," I muttered, regretting my actions.
He sighed before saying we should start heading back home.
"Actually, " I hesitated, he probably won't listen to me.
He turned around from going to his car, "Yes, Eden?"
"I don't think we should go back, I mean what if-"
"What if by not going back we risk the entire group being endangered because they have no idea about what's happening here?" he broke in.
"Hey! She was only making a suggestion don't get mad at her!" Olivia tried defending me.
"I- I wasn't saying that! I just-"
"You what, basically suggested the pack's death?"
"No! Look, all I'm saying is that we shouldn't go home right now. Going back now would put us in more danger than it would be for us not to. The man doesn't know where we live, at least I hope not. So long as he doesn't know, we can keep the pack safe, for now." I said trying to reason with him.
He looked me up and down in disgust before scoffing, "I know what you're saying. Since you want to protect everyone so much, why don't you stay? It'd do us a huge favor since it's your fault this is happening in the first place."
"Don't stay, go home."
I almost jumped out of my skin at hearing the voice in my head again, I had completely forgotten about it.
"What do you mean it's my fault?" I demanded, completely it. "I have nothing to do with this!"
"Do not give into him, Eden, you need to leave."
Olivia watched worried, not knowing how to break us up.
"Don't pretend with me, you know exactly what I'm talking about! It's all because of you and tu padre traicionero!"
"Don't you dare bring my papá into this! I don't see what you're getting at," I seethed.
He marched to my face and glared right into my eyes, "You honestly think you can fool me? If only he'd taken you at the museum, maybe then he wouldn't be coming after us."
My mouth dropped at his statement. "How can you say that? What have I ever-"
"What's going on here?"
Dallas had gotten out of the car and brought Hayden with him.
"Nothing," I gave Samuel one last glare before turning back to the car. Dylan and Addison only stood around the car nervously while Olivia jogged after me with a worried look. "Let's just go," I told her.
Samuel watched as we all got in Olivia's car, before getting into his own and driving ahead of us.
It was completely silent for the first part of the ride before everyone relaxed a little.
I stayed quiet. The voice made me nervous, and I wanted answers. I glanced at the others, making sure they weren't paying attention to me before cautiously calling out to it in my head.
Who are you?
It was silent for a moment, leaving me anxiously waiting for a reply.
I am here to help you.
My eyes widened, I didn't actually expect it to answer. There was a feminine undertone to its voice.
What would I need help with, and where did you come from?
Something powerful and dangerous is here, Eden, that is all I can say. The more you know, the less safe you'll be. Do not worry, he will come, and all will be solved soon.
Wait! Please, don't leave! That can't be all! I cried, hoping for more answers. She didn't reply, and I was left with silence.
Olivia, who sat to the right in the driver's seat glanced at me, "What's wrong, Eden? Did something happen?"
"I..." I paused, thinking for a moment. She was the only one other than mama that I actually trusted. I had to tell her, so I did.
I watched as she shook her head as if she found the whole thing ridiculous, but you could see the nervousness in her eyes.
"It sounds like I'm making it up, but I'm not, please believe me" I pleaded.
"I do believe you, and that's what the problem is," she said. She glanced at me, a furrow in her brow. "I just don't understand. As long as I've known you, you haven't done anything to get into this kind of trouble," she paused and glanced at me. "Unless you've done something that you haven't told me about."
"As far as I know, I haven't done anything wrong except live," I reassured her, pressing my phone to my ear. I was using it as a cover-up to make sure everyone else thought I was just talking to someone else.
"Oh I'm sure she's done plenty of bad things if you know what I mean," Dallas piped up from the back.
Olivia threw her water bottle back to hit him in the head, glaring forward.
"What the hell? Why'd you do that?" he cursed.
"Maybe next time don't listen to other people's conversation," she said sweetly glancing back at him through the rear view mirror.
I looked at the road again as we were surrounded by thick trees and forest. It looked pretty peaceful and I suspected it would be for a while.
Dallas began to retaliate, not wanting her to get the last say. "Yeah, well, it's not my fault I have-"
He was cut off by the large shape running from the forest and throwing itself into the car in front of us.
We all screamed as Samuel's car was thrown into the trees to the side. Olivia swerved, jerking us around as she gained back control before speeding and driving ahead.
"What are you doing?! We have to go help him!" Hayden yelled angrily.
"If you want to help him be my guest, but I'm not stopping!" she screamed back.
I looked back and watched, too terrorized to turn away from the sight. The thing that slammed into his car grabbed him as he thrashed and fought, trying to get out of the monster's clutches. Only, I don't think he ever stood a chance in the first place. The thing ripped his throat out with its teeth in a single bite. Blood dripped from his mouth, and almost as if on purpose, it turned.
It looked back to the car and grinned, the blood staining its teeth. Its eyes seeming as if they stared directly into mine as it turned once more, running back into the woods with a mangled Samuel in its claws.
Calling it an it was only delaying the inevitable. I already knew what it was, I just didn't want to think about it.
It looked exactly like the portrait of Lycaon in the museum.
It was a lycan.
"Eden, calm down! I get it and I want to scream too, but if we don't focus right now we'll never be able to make it home," Olivia grabbed my hand as I took deep breaths of air, trying to calm down.
"What the fuck is wrong with you people? He just got killed by a bear and you're not even gonna call for help? If we get killed I'm blaming you two," Dallas seethed in the back seat.
Olivia glared at him from the rearview mirror, "Dallas, unless you want to go out like Samuel, I suggest you shut your mouth for the rest of this ride."
Everyone was quiet until we dropped off Dallas and Dylan off at their hotels.
"Maybe Samuel was right, he should have taken you. We're leaving immediately, don't expect us to come back," Dallas slammed the car door shut. Dylan could only give an apologetic stare before turning away and walking back with Dallas.
"Look, I don't know what's happening, but I'm not blaming you, Eden. Addison and I are gonna catch the next flight out of here, nothing personal, but I'm sure you can understand why," Hayden said in embarrassment.
"We completely understand, I encourage you to actually," Olivia reassured, "Hopefully the next time I invite you it won't be as crazy as it is now."
You could tell they both doubted they would ever come back, but they agreed anyway. Once we had dropped them off safely, we went home.
"Eden, I don't know what's going on, but I want you to know I always have your back no matter what, ok? I know it wasn't a bear, even as impossible as it sounds," she said getting out of the car.
"Lo sé, and thank you. You go home, I'll just tell Alfa you really needed to rest ."
"No, no, I'll come with you. The only person waiting on me to get home is the maid, and she knows I can get back late sometimes."
I eyed her, "Are you sure? You really can go if you want."
She gave me a look, one that said: "You can't stop me and you know it." I sighed and agreed, there really is no stopping her sometimes.
As soon as we got to the door was it immediately opened by the Beta. He led us to Alfa's office, shutting the door behind us.
"Samuel didn't answer my last message, and he should have come here with you. Where is he?"
I looked away, scared of what his reaction would be, "He's dead."
At first, he didn't say anything, but when I looked back, I saw that he was seething. I shrunk into Olivia thinking he was getting mad at us, mainly me. It was my fault after all.
He went to his chair and put his head in his hands, growling as he did so, "How did this happen."
"A lycan wrecked his car and ripped his throat out while he was injured," I couldn't stop myself, everything just seemed to be my fault.
"A what? Do not play games with me, Eden, tell me what really happened."
Olivia took my hand in hers and squeezed, "She is."
He sighed, running his hands through his hair once more, "Start from the beginning."
Olivia helped me tell the story this time, the same one I told Samuel. He didn't need to know the things about the voice, I had a feeling it was only for certain people to know.
Halfway through he had started writing things down and asking questions, "And you're sure you don't know this man?"
He frowned at us, then nodded, "I'm going to speak with Beta Marcus and discuss the situation. Go on, we'll speak in the morning."
We nodded and left, silently walking home.
At some point, when I'd zoned everyone out, someone grabbed me by the shoulder. When I turned around I found it was Vanessa, Samuel's wife.
"What happened to my husband? Why didn't he come back with you?" she looked scared and out of her mind, almost insane.
My eyes widened.
I glanced at Olivia with a pleading look, I couldn't tell her what happened. If I were to say it I'm sure she would blame me for it and I already felt guilty enough for everything.
"I don't think you would want to hear it from me," I said, my voice trembling.
"What do you mean? Tell me what happened. Where is he? Tell me!" she shook my shoulders and I looked away, I was about to cry.
Everyone around us stopped what they were doing and looked at us.
Olivia opened her mouth to tell her for me but Vanessa interrupted, "He's not dead is he?" We didn't respond. "I don't believe it, he was supposed to come back! This is all your fault! If it hadn't been for you-" she cut off, tears starting to run down her face.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, backing away.
She started sobbing hysterically, dropping to her knees and burying her head in her hands. Olivia dropped down to comfort her and nodded to me, signaling that it was ok for me to leave.
I ran all the way home.
Getting to my house I noticed my mom's car wasn't in the driveway. Walking in I called out, "Estoy de vuelta, mamá!"
I didn't get an answer.
Worried, I ran to the kitchen and found a note on the table.
Fui a la tienda, volveré pronto.
I sighed in relief, hoping she'd come home soon. I went to the hallway and walked to the living room, hoping to blow off a little steam.
Right when my foot hit the carpet, I heard a voice.
"This is the brutal reality, Eden."
I turned around to find who had said it, but no one was there. All I knew was, I'd heard the voice before.
"You might dislike it, but things will never be changed."
"Who said that?" I yelled, looking around. Still, no one was there.
"Things won't stop dying."
A loud scream echoed from down the street and I ran to look at my window.
"And things will never stop seeking to claim..."
My house is a distance away from everyone else, leaving me in an isolation type state. Only thing was, it didn't stop me from noticing that the lights of each house were going off one by one, one following the other.
"...Or destroy you."
I realized in horror that mine was next.
Tu padre traicionero- your treacherous father
El Alfa/ Alfa (stand alone) - The alpha/ alpha
Estoy de vuelta mamá- I'm back, mom
Fui a la tienda, volveré pronto - I went to the store, I'll be back soon