Chapter 83
I stared after him and wondered what that was about, but I didn’t wait too long before he barreled back in with an old, worn book in his hands that he threw down on the desk.
“What’s this?” I asked with a frown.
“A folklore book that I found just a few days ago. You asked me and Sawyer to try and find out what we could, and I realized that just because we don’t know about it today, doesn’t mean it used to be that way, so I found one of the oldest folklore books that I could find in hopes that Lycan were mentioned, and they were. I just haven’t had the chance to read it yet, but I’d bet that it talks about how to create them.”
I tore through the book till I found the section, and began reading all that I could, and Leon moved to over my shoulder so he could read it to…
Lycans can be created by two Lycans breeding, as well as biting a non–Lycan, similar to how a vampire is created.
“The fuck,” Leon muttered as he read what I did. “Are you thinking what I am?”
“That they are creating a Lycan army? Yea, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.”
“What about Grace?” Leon asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked with a frown.
“Do you think they want her so bad because they created her?”
“No…” I said slowly, thinking it over. “No, I don’t think so. I think her Alpha genes are
just stronger than Kinsley’s. The witch said the Grace could shift since birth, so that
wouldn’t make sense. And why bound her if you made her?”
“Yea, okay. That makes sense.” Leon nodded. “I didn’t get a good look at the bookstore clerk, but maybe they didn’t just kill her in cold blood… Maybe they turned her…”
“Like maybe they were in neutral territory for recruits?” I frowned. This was getting more sinister by the moment.
“It’s an option…” Leon said slowly. “I need some air. Let’s go to the garden, no one should
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be out there this time of night.”
I agreed, my mind reeling. There was so much that we did not understand, and it was all happening right under our noses. I hated how out of control everything felt.
We walked the gardens till dawn, just trying to piece it all together and come up with our own plan till the sun started to rise. My body was exhausted, but my mind didn’t seem any less settled even after hours of talking to my best friend about it.
“So, what are you going to tell Grace?” Leon asked with a yawn, exhaustion seeping from him in the same way it was me.
“Tell Grace?” I asked, not understand what he meant.
“Yea,” Leon looked at me like I was dumb. “You need to tell her everything you know or
suspect so that she can make informed decisions too. Our plan revolves around her help, she deserves to know what she’s getting into, and she may even offer her own ideas and
thoughts to make it more secure.”
“You know, if you weren’t my best friend, I’d never allow you to talk to me like that,” I
grumbled.
“If I wasn’t your best friend, you’d be in a heap of more trouble than you are now. I suggest you tell your mate everything.”
“Okay, fine.” I sighed. “But she doesn’t accept herself yet. We have a lot of work to do.”
“Then we help her figure it out.” Leon said confidentially as he placed his hand on my
shoulder.
I nodded. I would do everything I could to make sure Grace knew she held all the power, so she could finally start to believe in herself.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
