The Grateful Rejection novel Chapter 9

Life never seems to fail to impress me with its unpredictability. One moment you're something the other you're something else, one moment your alive and the other you're not. One moment your happy and the other your reason for existance is ripped away from you.

I thought I was content. A feeling 99% of the people can't achieve.. but I did. Never in the past 12 year had the thought of a life partner had crossed my mind. I was too busy with my career to even bother about petty things like that. But all that changed.

Today is Wednesday and I decided to take half day from work, my wolf has been nagging me to go for a run for a long time now, she seems to be on the edge. I know that she is scared but there is nothing I can do to subside her fears apart from giving her assurance. Now you must me wondering what the fuck is happening?1

Yesterday I got a news that there is a pack of lycans in town. Lycans are no werewolves, no they are far more lethal, feral and powerful. Even the werewolf king bows down to a lycan without rank. Lycans were too once powerful werewolves. This is a story is a couple of millennium years old. When the Olympians used to walk on the surface of the Earth.

A pack called BlackBlood were the most ruthless pack of that time. They weren't the stupid pack that are there now a days that use to kill for fun. No. They used to rip packs into shreds who used to point fingers at them, threaten them or do any kind of harm. Their honor was above everything. The high rankers were deadly but always respected their packmates.

One day when the king of all Kings, Zeus was strolling near a Forest Park. He was attacked by some pernicious creatures that were out of our universe or that's what I heard. He was outnumbered by many and didn't have the time to contact his brothers. He was severely injured and on the edge of dying when the creature who was on top of him was tackled by something. And in a second a pack of dangerous looking wolves began tearing the creatures apart but they only seemed to double up after one dies. As soon as Zeus got a few seconds he contacted his brothers and sisters. In a blink of an eye, the gods and goddess were beside him. Hades took every creature down to hell to be punished for their crimes.

The wolves were badly injured but they didn't think about themselves, they were more worried about their king. Artemis, the moon goddess and the creator of the walkers of night (werewolves and vampires) proudly stood beside the alpha and his pack. She granted them and all of their generations to come and their mates immortality and health. When she was done Zeus stepped forward and graced them with the ultimate power to exist among the weres. Their strength, speed, mind, stealth and senses heightened 10 times more than a werewolf. Their glory powerful enough to bring an alpha to his knees.

It was then and there that they all screamed in pain as their bones broke and rejoined in a new way. In a matter of minute, their wolves were standing in their two paws, their height ranged from 10-13 feet. Their claws and teeth more sharper and poisonous than ever with their eyes shining neon blue. They bowed to Zeus, their creator and took an oath to always fight for what's right and serve him in every way.5

So that's the story of how lycans were born. Pretty intense, yeah?

Wait till you hear this. Werewolves can be killed by silver or harmed by wolfsbane but not them. For them it's just another metal and herb, some even through if platinum can hurt them. They can't. Till now no object had been found that could kill a lycan, more over killing a lycan is a sin that will be carried till the end of generation or it's just a rumour. But years after seeing their loyalty and dedication towards Zeus, they became the apple of Zeus' eyes. They are considered sacret.

Even through my wolf is the size of a fully grown beta male and have a lot of experience wolf combat, I am still terrified. That why I asked my comfort blankie to accompany me, my dad XD

He has been reading something in his book while I am playing around him. I crouch on my front legs and wiggle my tail, trying to get his attention. I bark at him and nudge his shoulder with my snout, when that doesn't work I whine and slump in front of him. He peeked throw through the book with amusement dancing in his eyes. My tail automatically starts to wiggle as I start to feel his love radiate off of him.

"All you want is my attention, don't you" he says keeping the book down. I hang my tongue out and turn over showing my belly, he got what I meant. He chuckled, "You should have been a panda, how come you became a wolf?" He said and muttered 'so adorable'