“This.” I shifted into Nix. Her black fur shifted to a dark blue in my light of my lamp.
“Hello.” Her voice was strong, filled with power. Her golden eyes flashed as she leaned into the camera. “I’ve missed you.”
My dad’s eyes flashed to Loki’s. “I have missed you, pup.”
She tilted her head, and then we shifted again. Our huge form shrinking into a normal sized wolf. Grey and brown fur shone in the light. Grey eyes stared back at the screen. “Hello. I’m Megan.” Her voice was softer, but held the edge. “I’m Amy’s wolf and even though you never knew me. I loved and missed you, father.” Her voice held a bit of hope.
Loki stared back at her, and his eyes softened. “I have neglected you, pup. When I see you again, I will rectify that.” He retreated. My father’s voice filled the screen. “Hello pup. If you’re Amy’s wolf, then who is Nix?”
Megan retreated, and Nix came back. She shook her black fur and smiled as she stretched out. “I’m her Lycan.”
“LYCAN!” My father surged to his feet and there was a thud that came from Thoth’s side.
Nix stood there in all her glory. “Did you not find it weird that I was almost twice the size of a normal wolf?”
My dad bent at his waist to look at the camera. “You’re my pup and you’re strong. I expected you to be big.” I shifted back to my body. His eyes widened, and he pointed a finger. “How did I never notice you keep your clothes? What the hell.”
I laughed. “It’s a Lycan thing. It has nothing to do with power, or strength, like we were led to believe.” I sat back down and pulled the laptop to my lap. My father dropped into the chair. “Are you okay?”
“Wait…” His eyes grew hazy for a minute. “You get your witch’s power from me, and your Lycan power from your mother?” His eyes snapped to mine and I nodded. “Son of a biscuit. That’s why she never told me.”
“What, why?” I was confused.
My dad sat back. “The same reason my mom never told my dad that her line was the first family. He was obsessed with that stuff. My grandmother had a dalliance with a wolf and had my father. But she raised him as a witch until his wolf showed up. But he was a lone wolf, technically. My mom’s pack was Silvermoon. Her father commanded her to keep it a secret from my father, said he was untrustworthy to know the truth. My grandmother agreed.”
“Really?” I leaned down and put my head on my fist. I glanced at Thoth’s black screen and realized I hated that I didn’t get to see his face. “Why?”
“Because she said she saw something growing in my dad. Something she didn’t like. My mom was a cool woman, but she loved me in her way. But my father, he was something else.” He shook his head. “But it doesn’t matter.” He shook himself. “He’s dead. Good riddance.”
I gave my father a sad smile. “Thankfully, you grew to be nothing like him.”
He smiled back at me. “My grandmother taught me how to love properly. You have her to thank for making me the loveable man you know and love.” We both laughed.
Thoth finally spoke up. “You are a wolf, witch, and Lycan hybrid?”
I thought for a minute, then nodded. “But it is more than that.”
Thoth sighed. “How?”
I sat back. “So. My wolf is a direct descendant of the first family, and my witch’s line comes from the oldest in the area.Actually.” I closed my eyes and remembered the memory. “The first family of wolves was created by the son of the witch.”
“What?” My dad cut in.
“Grandma’s witch's line is traced back to an ancient line that lived in the woods. There was a mother and a son. She raised him to take her place worshipping the three faced Goddess. But he was attacked by my wolves, the animals protected by the MMoon Goddess. The wolves confused him for another and attacked, nearly killing him. The witch prayed for her Goddess to save him, but she refused. The MMoon Goddess granted him the shift as a repayment. His life was saved, but forever changed. So our witch’s line, and our wolfs line have been intertwined since the beginning. But my Lycan line…” My eyes snapped open. “Is descended from the Goddess herself.”
Thoth huffed out a breath. “All Lycans descended from the Goddess.”
I nodded. “The first Lycan was born from her blood. But my family was born from her flesh.”
“That’s impossible.” Thoth cut in.
I lifted a brow. “Do you know how lycans came to be?”
“Yes…do you?” Thoth sounded skeptical. “The actual story, not the bullshit that was taught in school.”
“When the Goddess was young, she saw a man in a mountain who was dying. But she was trapped in the night sky. He prayed to the moon in the sky the last thing he could see, and she felt for him. She cut herself and allowed her blood to drip into his mouth, transforming him. Her blood changed him into the first Lycan.”
“Yeah.” I heard him reposition himself. “That’s actually right. But where did you hear the story from?”
