A Deadly Obsession

**Introduction**

For the last century, we have had peace. Peace between the lycan packs, as well as peace with other supernatural beings. The Elder Council settles any disputes between the lycan packs, and other supernatural’s rarely attack us. But my pack was attacked a year and a half ago, and no one has ever told me why. We had no ongoing conflicts with other packs in the area, nor with any other supernatural creatures.

To this day, the Elder Council insists we were attacked by rogues or a werewolf pack, but both are impossible. While some rogues will work together for survival, they only look out for themselves and take orders from no one. I know what I saw that day, and the attack was too calculated to be rogues.

As for the werewolves, the sad tales of our wars with them can be found as far back as our history books go. Although we are both born of the Moon Goddess and are considered cousins of the shifter world, we’ve never been able to put our differences aside.

We’re stronger and faster than our werewolf cousins, and our lycans look like actual wolves, but we’re bigger. We run on all fours and have the ability to shift at any time. Werewolves, on the other hand, cannot control their shift and must turn on the full moon with less enhanced abilities than us. Lycan elitists consider them a lesser species because they appear more human than wolves when they shift. They also stand on two legs, like the werewolves depicted in human horror movies.

That’s how I know they weren’t involved because it was wolves who came that day. They assassinated our Alpha and Gamma, as well as innocent pack members. We were one of the country’s strongest packs, and yet we never saw it coming.

I will never forgive myself for leaving my father on that fateful day. As Gamma, he had ordered me to the northern part of the territory to help others, but when our Alpha was killed, we returned to help. When we got back to the main fight, though, my dad was shot and killed. My father was my hero, and I can’t move on until I find those responsible for his death. So tonight, 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 my story began…

**Chapter One—First Shift**

**Eight Years Ago**

‘*Wake up, Athena*…’

My eyes flutter open, and I sit up, rubbing my eyes, adjusting to the darkness in the room as I search for the voice that woke me.

“Hello?” I whisper, my heart beating faster as I realize there’s no one else in my room. The full moon shining brightly through my window is creating scary shadows, and I pull my blanket up to my nose. “Mommy?” I whisper a little louder. “Mommy, was that you?”

‘*It’s okay, Athena, I’m here now*,’ I hear a soft voice say.

I scream in fear and hide under my blanket. “Who… who said that?” I call out as I start to cry.

‘*I’m Enyo. I’m your lycan, Athena*,’ she tells me, and I realize the unfamiliar voice is in my head.

“What’s happening, Enyo?” I ask her. “Why did you wake me? How are you here?”

‘*We’re shifting*!’ She says excitedly, and I gasp.

“But… No! I’m not old enough!” I panic. “I’m not ready for that!” I cry harder.

‘*The Goddess wouldn’t make you shift if you weren’t ready, Athena! So, we will do this together*!’ Enyo says, trying to calm me down.