Amanda Carlson - Hot Blooded

I’ve ever seen one.”

“I have a way with all the ladies.” Tyler grinned. “Even your elderly neighbor.”

“She’s not that old!” I laughed. “I think she’s in her fifties, but she could pass for late thirties on a good day. What do you think she meant about the bad things that are supposed to happen again?”

Tyler scratched his head. “I don’t know. She was probably talking about all your recent

‘coincidences,’ like your break-in and your ailing grandmother.” He smirked. “Your life has been a whirlwind since you made your first shift. Humans who are close to you would be foolish not to notice.”

I guess it was a good thing I didn’t know many humans. Juanita and Ray were plenty. I didn’t want any other human to end up on the wrong side of us like Ray had. If that happened to Juanita I’d be crushed.

“And, Jess, if you’re going to be a good wolf, you have to learn to parcel away scents efficiently.

It’s a relatively easy thing to learn. Once you take in a new smell, you file it away and then you open up your senses to the next layer. If you don’t, you’re going to be at a severe disadvantage. You’ll never be able to identify or track anyone accurately.”

I stood, finishing the last bite off my plate as I headed to the sink, so I answered him in my mind. I have a lot to learn about being a wolf, don’t I?

Yep , he replied. Speaking like this felt like a feather brushing up against my consciousness, each word a soft tickle. And you’re damn lucky I’m a good teacher and have the time and patience to work with someone as inept as yourself.

I chuckled, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. I don’t think “inept” is the word you’re looking for. I’m thinking “destined for greatness” or “unbelievably rockin’ ” are better choices. I refrained from licking my plate and rinsed it under the running water.

Tyler had followed me into the kitchen and now was as good a time as any to fill him in on my day.

My father and I had decided I’d be the one to tell Tyler what we’d uncovered today. Even though

Devon had found the Prophecy on the Internet, it didn’t mean any of the other wolves had discovered the news. In fact, it likely meant most hadn’t. Wolves and technology, other than in the form of an

Xbox and a giant flat-screen TV, didn’t mix well. But Tyler needed to know. He had the right to know.

I just didn’t want to actually tell him.

Is everything ready to go? I asked instead.

Yep. The vehicle’s packed and waiting. He gathered the empty pan from the bar, one of those throwaway foils, and he pitched it into the garbage can before tying the bag and pulling it out.

I leaned my back against the countertop and crossed my arms. There’s something I need to tell you before we go. Telling him in my mind seemed easier, less harsh than spoken words.

He turned from shutting the fridge and set the garbage bag down on the kitchen floor. That sounds serious. He rested his body against the doorjamb.

Devon got a mysterious e-mail yesterday with a link that contained some interesting news. No use belaboring it. And from that he was able to cross-reference some things together about me. It has to do with who or what I might be.

Where did it come from?

It was on the Internet, of all places, but he doesn’t know who actually sent it to him. But, more important, Dad was there and confirmed it. I still don’t know what I think of all of it.

Dad knows what you are? Hesitation lingered in his voice.

Yes. I shuffled my feet. He believes I might be some sort of female reincarnate from something called the Prophecy of the True Lycan. Apparently it was predicted that a powerful wolf would rise again, or some such thing. To tell you the truth, I don’t get it and I’m not necessarily buying it either.

Reading something on the Internet doesn’t equal fact. But Dad has heard stories of the Y Gwir Lycae, and because there are several accounts that point to someone “unique,” he thinks it might fit. For now.

The Y Gwir Lycae? You?

You’ve heard the tales?

Some. When Dad holds the annual Council meetings there’s always drinking and reminiscing with the older wolves. I’ve heard some things over the years. Why would they think a female could be the Y

Gwir Lycae ?

Apparently this Prophecy has similar phrasing as some of the old tales. I have no idea. According to what I read, it seemed there was a female long ago and her job was to “vanquish” evil from the supernatural world. I don’t know if she was the first one or if she just shows up once a millennium to shake things up.

He ran a hand through his hair and blew air out of this mouth. What do you think it means?

I think it’s a stretch, to say the least. I told Dad I don’t feel any different. I don’t feel like someone else. I just feel like me.

He pushed away from the doorway and strode into my empty living room. I followed. “I think it means you’re strong,” Tyler said out loud. “And you can hold your Lycan form and fight, which we already knew. That means, whether or not you’re the actual Y Gwir Lycae —you’re still a Lycan.”

“I guess,” I responded slowly.

“Jess, we’re all descendants of Lycans. They were the first shape-shifters on earth. We carry their DNA. I think you just happened to get the whole shebang. Dad’s line must be strong, with deep ties to the old ones.”

“Okay.” I didn’t know where this was heading, but I was thankful he wasn’t storming out of my apartment in a rage. A strong alpha-born wolf, who was ahead of me in Pack status, couldn’t like hearing his sister was powerful, whether I was blood-kin or not. “I get that we all have latent Lycan genes, and mine just decided to come to the forefront. That makes sense. But it still doesn’t explain away everything else.”

“What else did this Prophecy say?” he asked.

“It said I’m supposed to be some sort of justice giver to the supernatural race.”

“What’s a ‘justice giver’ supposed to do exactly?”

I laughed. “I have no idea. That’s why we’re having this conversation. But just so you know, Dad and I both don’t think this has anything to do with me being the next Alpha. I’m not a threat to your direct status.” Tyler was on track to be the next Alpha leader, and every wolf in the Pack knew it.

There was a distinct difference between being alpha-born and Alpha. Alphas were leaders, meant to be head of Pack—alphas were dominant wolves with aggressive natures.

“I know.”

My jaw unhinged a bit. “What you do mean, you know ?”

“That smell thing I was just telling you about?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m really good at it.”

“So?”

“If you were supposed to be the Alpha, I’d already know it.”

“What? How does smell have anything to do with being a leader of Pack?”

“Dad and James both have the same particular scent underlay. It took me a long time to figure out what it meant. It isn’t something I can explain in words. Scents are complex and strange, with millions of delicate layers. But I knew what it was when…” He stopped.

“What?” I urged.

“When I scented it on myself.”

“Wow. That’s crazy,” I breathed. “Do you think being able to smell other people’s auras is a special gift of some kind?” Many supes had additional powers, something enhanced beyond the scope of what was normal for their supernatural Sect. My brother could run twice as fast as any other wolf,