Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 120

Fiona's POV

Minutes passed and I could begin to feel my dad tensing beside me despite of my calm form. It was now or never

"Dad?" I asked, turning over to look at him. His eyes remained staring harshly at the forest for quite some time, possibly trying to detect any movement within the trees, before he looked down at me

"What do you know about werewolves? The legends, I mean," I said conversationally as I tried to hold back a laugh at his current expression. He clearly was not expecting me to say that

"Uh," he paused, glancing back at the trees before facing me.

"You mean like the stories of where men turn into wolves during a full moon?"

I simply nodded

"Oh, uh, well," he trailed off, deep in thought,

"I never really believed in those stories actually." My heart flattened at his words, and yet he continued.

"Despite me not really believing in them, I always found them fascinating. Not like those Twilight books that were going around a few years ago, but the true stories. Where a man turns into an uncontrollable beast on the night of the full moon before returning back into his regular form."

I nodded, a small smile spreading across my lips.

"Yeah, but have you ever heard of the werewolf stories where they can actually control the beast inside them?"

He remained quiet, deep in thought before he began to slowly nod.

"I have heard of them, actually. They're not as famous as the other legends, of course, but I have heard of the stories where men turn into wolves willingly and live in packs and such. Something similar to actual wolves, but with humans having the ability to shift into them."

At that moment, I heard a ruffling of leaves to my left and I could've sworn I saw something black move between the trees. So he was listening to our conversation. No wonder he hadn't come out so quickly. Looking back at my dad, I noticed how he must have not heard the sound Blake had caused because he continued speaking, his eyes distant.

"It is really quite fascinating, actually. Imagine having the ability to turn into a wolf and have full control," he said excitedly, his eyes meeting mine

"How would you feel if you ever met one?" I asked slowly, analyzing his features closely

He shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head to the left as he gazed down at me. "It would be quite interesting, but I wouldn't know how to feel if I were standing next to someone who could turn into a beast in a matter of seconds"

I gulped

"But…." he paused, rubbing his beard and shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"I would find it even more interesting to know that they have that ability, yet they're living their lives like any other human being."

Whew, that was a close one. I hadn't even noticed I was holding my breath until then

Suddenly, my dad looked down at me with questionable eyes.

"Why are you asking me this?"

I took in a deep breath, the wind picking up around us and noticing something moving once more from the corner of my eye. He was waiting for me to tell him. It was now or never

Intertwining my fingers nervously to keep them from shaking, I looked up at my dad as I took a deep breath.

"Because….what if I were to tell you that werewolves…..werewolves are real? That they do exist and there are people who have this ability to shift into wolves….rather large ones at that. And that they lived in packs all around the world? That they each had different ranks of power, like the Alpha, Luna, Beta, and such? That they are a lot stronger, faster and more agile than a regular human being? That they all have mates whom they are destined to be with for the rest of their lives? That maybe, just maybe, you're living right in the middle of it all?"

I hadn't noticed how fast I was talking until then. I breathed in deeply, my head feeling rather lightheaded from all the questions I just threw his way. My dad remained quiet in front of me, his face expressionless. It was hard to decipher any emotion that might have been coursing through his veins because not even his brown eyes showed anything at all

he remained still for quite some time before taking a step away from me, his eyebrows pulling together.

"Do you believe that werewolves exist, Fiona?"

Oh no, he used my full name. Not a good sign. I could already see the gears turning in his head and I was almost positive I was two seconds away from being thrown into a mental asylum

I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath and feeling my heart calm down for the first time since I had walked into my old home

"What if I told you that they do exist, dad? That you've been living among them since the moment we first came to Black Forest. That these are not just legends or fairy-tales, but that they're real?"

My dad remained frozen in place, his mouth opening and closing, words utterly failing him. I didn't blame him though. I don't think anyone in their right mind would be responding normally to my questions as if this was a regular everyday conversation. I had anticipated this. As a matter of fact, I had been expecting him to blow out and deny the existence of werewolves. But instead, here he was actually being fascinated by the idea! And yet, I could see that curiosity quickly fading from his eyes as he stared down at me. He had only believed those stories to be just that….stories. He never contemplated the idea on whether or not werewolves could actually exist, let alone any other mystical being for that matter

Suddenly, his expression turned serious as his eyebrows furrowed together once more.

"What are you talking about, Fiona?"

His tone instantly made me bite down on my bottom lip nervously. He was using the 'don't give me any nonsense' type of tone. The worst thing had happened…..he didn't believe me. And I was now almost 99.9% sure he was about ready to throw me into his truck and ship me off to the nearest mental hospital

This is not going as well as I had started to desperately hope for

Before I could speak another word, the sound of rustling leaves captured our attention and made us both look towards the forest. A large black mass was slowly making its way out of the trees, its eyes as dark as a starless night sky. It was slowly making its way towards us, its footsteps nearly silent despite its massive size. As it made its way into the clearing of our backyard, it straightened its stance, its eyes focused solely on me before settling on my now quivering father.