The Lost Lycan Princes: A Journey Home

Meeting Daya

Jameson POV

As it turned out, Chrissy did know of some empty fields not too far away. But she was hesitant to go there alone with two guys she’d just met, and I couldn’t blame her. So she asked if we’d mind if she called one of her werewolf friends to come with her. When Jonathan jokingly pointed out that she’d just gone into a motel room with those same strangers, she sheepishly held up the silver chain around her neck, and pointed to the alert button. Apparently, if something bad happened, she was to push the button and security would come running to save her.

“Being part of management does have its perks sometimes,” she said with a laugh.

It was decided that we would wait for Chrissy’s friend here at the motel, and she would ride with her friend over to the fields, with Jonathan and I following. I don’t blame her for not feeling completely secure around us yet. After all, we were strangers to her. Being human, she wouldn’t feel the mate bond, even though she’d felt the sparks when our fingertips had touched earlier.

I was a little surprised to find out that Chrissy’s friend was a she-wolf. I had been expecting a big, burly male. Instead, when the older model silver Trans Am came flying into the parking lot, we found ourselves looking at a tall woman with an athletic build, short blonde hair, and pretty blue eyes. Not as pretty as Chrissy’s, in my opinion, but pretty nonetheless.

She parked in front of where we were standing on the sidewalk, since Chrissy had texted her that we’d wait outside for her. She climbed out of the car and threw her arms open to Chrissy, who rushed over to her for a hug.

“Thank you so much for coming, Daya,” Chrissy told her after they released each other. “I owe you one.”

“You’re welcome, but no, you don’t owe me,” the other woman replied with a grin. “You’ve helped me out more times than I can count. It’s the least that I can do.”

The two of them turned towards us.

“Daya Ketton, I’d like you to meet Jameson and Jonathan Canton,” she told her. I was impressed that she actually knew which of us was which. “Jameson and Jonathan, this is Daya Ketton, one of my closest friends for as long as we both can remember and the head warrior for the Shawanoe Pack.” She looked at Daya and added, “Jameson and Jonathan, apparently, are my mates.”

Daya, who had reached out to shake hands with both of us, shot her eyebrows up. “Your mates? You’re mated to Lycan twins?”

Chrissy looked startled. “Wait, you can tell that they’re Lycans? How?”

Daya laughed. “Have we taught you nothing over the years? Scent, my dear. Scent.”

We both laughed too. We had long since figured out that we could also tell by scent alone who was human and who wasn’t.

“It’s nice to meet you, Daya,” we said in unison. We generally tried to avoid speaking in unison like that, as it seemed to be a cliched twin thing, but sometimes it just happened.

“It’s nice to meet the two of you as well,” she replied with a smile. “So, where do you guys hail from?”

‘Remember, don’t tell her who we are,’ I reminded Jonathan. ‘Not everyone needs to know just yet.’

‘But we’ve already told Chrissy, and we kinda didn’t tell her not to tell anyone,’ Jonathan pointed out. ‘Since she’s one of Chrissy’s best friends, maybe we can trust her.’

“You guys can trust Daya with your secret,” Chrissy told us, as if she had heard our conversation. And how did she know it was a secret?

‘She may not have turned yet, but she’s already able to sense things through the mate bond, even though she doesn’t realize that’s what’s happening,’ Donovan explained.

I took a deep breath and glanced over at Jonathan, who gave me a quick nod of approval. I looked Daya in the eye and asked, “Have you ever heard the story of the Lycan princes who were kidnapped at three years old?”

She snorted. “Of course. A better question would be what werewolf or Lycan hasn’t heard of....wait. Wait. Are you guys - ?” Her eyes became as big as saucers when we both nodded. “No freaking way! I hadn’t heard you guys had been found! When did that happen?”

“It’s not public knowledge,” Jonathan told her. “Only the king and queen, our human family, some pack members at Whispering Pines, and now you and Chrissy know. Well, and our sister’s werewolf friend. So please, keep this close to the vest, ok? We’re trusting you because you’re our mate’s close friend, but we really need it kept quiet for now.”

Daya nodded. “I understand. So, ah, should I call you Your Majesties? Your Highnesses? What do I call you?”

We both laughed. “Just our names is fine,” Jonathan assured her.

She smiled. “Ok, I can do that,” she told us. Then, as an idea struck her, she whirled to look at Chrissy. “Do you know what this means? This means you’re going to be a Lycan, and not just any Lycan, you’re going to be the freaking QUEEN!!”

Chrissy grinned at her. “I suppose it does. Wow! Guess it’s a good thing you’ve been training me all these years. I hear Lycan royalty has to fight sometimes.”

Daya snorted. “Sometimes? Girl. I’m a head warrior, and I wouldn’t dream of going up against Queen Havannah. That woman’s a one-woman army when she needs to be.”

Jonathan and I looked at each other. Our mother was a bad-**s warrior? That was pretty awesome.

“So, shall we go to these fields?” I asked.

Chrissy debated for a minute. “Well, obviously you no longer have to prove that you’re Lycans. Daya confirmed that. But I would like to see what you guys are capable of, if that’s ok with you.”

We both grinned at her. “Let’s do it,” I replied.

We decided that we would all ride in the SUV, instead of us trying to follow Daya’s Trans Am. We followed the girls’ directions to a dense patch of forest. After parking the SUV, we walked into the forest about a half mile and came to a huge field. Daya explained that her pack sometimes used it for training purposes.

“So we’re on your pack territory now?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “No. This area is neutral ground. We’re one of four packs that use it. All four packs are allies. But there shouldn’t be anyone here now.”

Sure enough, a quick look around and a few sniffs to check for strange scents assured us that we were indeed alone.

“So, how do we want to do this?” I asked.

“How about the two of you race me to the other side of the field?” Daya suggested. “I’m the fastest runner in my pack, so I’d like to see if you’re faster.”

I looked from where we stood at the end of the field to the treeline on the other side. It looked to be about 500 yards or so.

“How about there and back?” I suggested.

Jonathan and Daya both nodded. “You’re on,” Daya told me.

Since Chrissy was human, there was no way she could keep up with a werewolf and two Lycans, so she made herself comfortable on a huge boulder a few feet from where we were standing. Daya, Jonathan, and I lined up in front of the boulder and Chrissy called out, “On your mark, get set, GO!!”

With that, we were off. I was in the lead, with Jonathan about a half a stride behind me. Daya, even with her werewolf speed, was about a second behind Jonathan. I reached the tree we had decided on and rounded it to go back. Jonathan was still hot on my heels. Daya was hanging in there, but couldn’t seem to pull up even with us. It only took us about thirty seconds to make it to the end of the field and back, and Jonathan and I hadn’t even broken a sweat and weren’t even breathing hard. Daya hadn’t broken a sweat either, but she was panting a little.

“Wow!” Chrissy exclaimed. “That was amazing! I wish I could run like that.”

“You will,” Daya promised her. “Once you’ve turned into a Lycan, there won’t be any stopping you.”

Chrissy smiled at that thought. “So,” she asked us, “What else can you guys do? I mean, I know your Lycans aren’t at full strength yet, but what other abilities do you already have?”

“Strength,” Jonathan told her. “So much so that we’ve broken things without meaning to.”

“Show me,” she demanded.

I glanced around and spotted another boulder just a few feet away. I walked over to it with Jonathan right behind me. After stretching a little and shaking my arms to stretch them, I squatted down and just managed to get my arms around the boulder enough to grab ahold of it. That boulder must’ve weighed about 1000 lbs, but I managed to lift it like it only weighed as much as a feather. Honestly, I impressed myself with that. Until right then, I hadn’t tested my strength so much and honestly hadn’t been expecting to be able to lift it that easily. And I think what I did next shocked everyone, myself included. I turned toward Jonathan with a grin and said, “You ready, bro?”

He looked confused. “Am I ready for what?”

And with that, I hurled a 1000 lbs boulder at my brother.