Page 108 of Fated to the Hunters
It did, but she couldn’t admit that, not to him nor to herself.
She dozed off, only waking up to the sensation of arms around her. The second she was rolled against a hard chest and took a deep breath in, she knew it was Mateo.
“Tuckered her out, huh?” he gently chuckled, kissing her hair.
“Couldn’t resist. Those dresses are fucking torture.”
“Don’t say that too loud she might not wear them anymore.”
“I will force her into one if needed.”
It wasn’t long before Mateo laid her on a soft bed and ran his fingers through her hair. “How about we change into something comfy, my love?”
She could only manage a sleepy, “Mmkay.”
Mateo handed her everything she needed and helped her unzip the dress and unclasp her bra. Once changed, she only trudged to the bathroom out of necessity before collapsing onto the bed, easily drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, she was woken by the delicious smell of breakfast. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the middle of the king-sized bed with Mateo and Ezra sitting to each side of her, already dressed.
“Ah, the princess has graced us with her presence.”
She looked over at Ezra, who smirked down at her with a coffee already in hand. “You could have woken me.”
“I considered it, but I had a knife to my throat before I could think twice.”
“She deserved to get as much rest as she can,” Vince stated as if he hadn’t threatened his friend’s life.
The act only reminded her that Vince could be just as ruthless as Ezra. She forgot about that side of him because unlike Ezra, Vince concealed how dangerous he could be. She gratefully took the paper bag offered and devoured her breakfast before freshening up and getting dressed. The fact that they would spend most of the day on the road made her nervous.
Mateo was the first to drive with her, following Ezra and Vince out of the parking lot and back onto the highway. He held his hand out and she weaved her fingers with his, resting their hands on her thigh. She’d chosen a dress again, bathing in the knowledge of how much they loved it.
“When you say lycans can control werewolves, what do you mean?”
“We are not entirely sure. They were believed to have been extinct for quite some time, so we don’t have much knowledge about them.” He pointed behind his seat where he’d dropped his bag. “My creature book is in there.”
She reached behind him and fetched the book out of his bag, opening it to the marked page.
Lycan
A manlike wolf creature standing at eight feet tall with dark, leathery skin, paws, and sharp claws. Its face is wolf-like with canines and long pointy ears. They are unable to speak human language.
The Lycan kind are the werewolves’ ancestors. Their magic and strength overpower them with ease, unable to be detected by their senses. Their heritage allows them to command any werewolf that they link with, no matter the wolf’s pack or alpha.
The Lycan is a creature of the night. His red eyes allow them to see as clear as day when the moon shines down. Likewise, the sun weakens their sight.
A Lycan’s skin burns to the touch of pure silver. Beheading the creature is the only option to kill it.
“Did you put this together?” Scarlett asked.
“I did. Since my brother is inheriting everything, he will also inherit our family’s original creature collection. When the idea of leaving my family came about, I started writing my own collection.”
“And this is all there is to the lycan?”
“Yes.”
She read the page again and though she tried not to show it, the scant amount of information scared her.
“What is going through your pretty mind?”
