Chapter Thirty-Six - Mason

Stan sat in the living room with Jacob when we walked inside. Jessica pointed toward the kitchen. “I’ll go start the pancakes so you can chat.” I watched her disappear into the kitchen with a million questions on my mind. Could the lycan sense that Jessica had a double bloodline? And if so, why did it matter? What did it want from her? Jacob looked up at me as I sat down beside him on the couch. “Did you find out anything about the lycan yesterday?” Jacob asked Stan. Stan sighed heavily, running his palm over his face. “He or she is young. The strength it has comes from a newly formed lycan. If they’re anything like wolves, their strength is outlandish during their first few years. Their strength is unbeatable. “What does that mean?” I asked, leaning forward to rest my elbows against my knees. “That there is another lycan nearby that turned this one? Or a clan of them? A rogue lycan running around turning people?" “Or there is more than one,” Seth said from the staircase. He gave