The Girl With Lycan Blood

I was going crazy.

That's it!

He's not there I am just imagining him out of mourning.

My dead father is not in front of me!

"Anna." The man at the door breaths out.

I shutter at the thought of this being reality; I have to be dreaming!

"This isn't real... no, .no, your not here right now," I mutter, trying to figure this out.

"Anna I know you must be confused."

"No, I'm not because this isn't happening!" I yell.

Fear, confusion, pure terror is all I felt. My father died a year ago in an attack against our pack. He's dead, along with the rest of my family. "Please, Anna I beg you, just let me explain." The man pleads.

I take a deep breath as I hold back the tears forming in my eyes. A sense of comfort floods through me as Tyler pulls me into his chest; his hand draws patterns on my back calming my raging emotions. "Please come in." Tyler invites my so called father into the house. I don't dare let go of Tyler as the three of us sit down on the large white couches in the living room. After Tyler's rampage, Jackson and Michael had to come over and help move everything back. We even had to buy a new coffee table.

I gently sat down next to Tyler, and I stared down at my lap not wanting to face reality.

"Anna I'm so very sorry." My father breaths out. "I know this is a lot to take in."

I let out a deep chuckle. "I'm sitting in front of my dead father; it's quite a lot."

How could he just knock on my door one day and say sorry? Sorry doesn't fix that you lied about your death, it doesn't fix that I had to mourn on my own. A year of believing I lost everything!

"Annalee, please just let me explain everything." He begs pain filled his dark green eyes.

If Tyler weren't here, I'd most likely be the one ripping apart furniture by now.

"You're a bastard, how dare you do this to me!" I cry. "Fake your death, for your own daughter, your own blood."

I can see the hurt in his eyes.

"Anna, I'm going to give you privacy for you to talk with your father." Tyler stood up and left the living room, leaving me cold and alone with my alive father.

"All I want to do is tell you everything, why I faked my death, why you had to fake yours, why Richard wants you." He explains.

All the answers? He wants to give me all the information I would kill for.

"Fine." I agree briefly.

A small smile forms on his face.

"Anna when you were a little girl you were special, you have always been special." He explains. "Back about a hundred years ago there were creatures called Lycans-"

Alpha. But they extinct a hundred years ago." I smile at

can be brought

be a joke?" I

there is a way to

can't

understand," I say

Goddess gives to the lucky daughter

whimper. "Please

the daughter." He states

No! This is bull shit!" I

you, they want to reproduce the Lycans as their own."

A tear rolled

the key to their dreams,

infect my mind. They all want to use me. What kind of gift is this? My dead father is alive, and I'm made to reproduce a powerful, extinct

a curse it's a gift, a gift that everyone wants." My father's face

did you

whole time. Anna, I have to

to the front door. His time with me was too short! I have so many more

back

in my mind after the door closed. I want my questions answered but do I want him to come back? He lied to me. I wiped the tears from my eyes and calmed down. I went back into the kitchen where everyone sat silently. I knew they heard. All their eyes lay on me; they know everything.

sorry." I apologize for running out of the room and up to my bedroom. I slam the

of all this? His mate has the gift to reproduce Lycans, to only ever reproduce Lycans. I stand up and crawl into my warm bed, searching for a sense of

so sorry," I

joins me in my warm covers. He pulls me into his embrace as he

He asks as he strokes

heard what my

answers like he wasn't

want me? Maybe for the perks

it will be ours." My heart swells at his

whisper against his hard

with my dark brown locks. With him I was safe, I didn't have

"Tyler who's Raf?"

their name. "Nothing, just a made up monster to scare

about him, and Katy

off. "She doesn't

"Oh."

part of me can't help but notice the worry, the sudden scare when I mention his name

just no more

* * *

couple of minutes, the pain didn't subside. I quickly got

as I attempt to climb down

house. When I reach the bottom of the staircase I roll onto

mumble as my face pressed against the tiled floor. How could such pain be

front door swings open and Katy enters the house, she turns

beside me and attempts to lift me up. "What happened? Did you fall down