Chapter 167: Lycan descendents

Erick looked around him, thinking that there was something off. Yesterday, Makena had left for Cairin Oaks so things were slowly getting back as usual.

Well, excluding Hamish, who was still walking around with a sad look on his face the whole day yesterday. Although there were times that he was being annoying, Erick could not admonish him too much. Because he knew that if he was in Hamish's shoes, he would be much worse.

Last night, after the Beta, the triplets and the pack doctor had left his house, he went down to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. He thought the atmosphere back then was a bit stifling as he could guess something big was going on.

Before he entered the kitchen, he noticed his parents were still in the living room, sitting next to each other, a worried look on their faces.

Frowning, Erick changed his course and turned to walk towards the living room. He entered and sat down from across his parents and asked in concern, "What's wrong?"

His mother looked up at him and shook her head sadly.

Erick frowned deeper, feeling a bit suspicious at their actions. 'Seriously, what's going on?' he thought.

'Hmmm… Seems like all's not well,' Dane thought in his mind.

'What do you mean?' Erick asked back.

'That older brother of yours. The eldest triplet,' Dane said. 'It looks like there's a side-effect to his hand.'

Erick felt shocked. 'Didn't Makena's blood work?'

'It works… but I guess not perfectly. Usually the blood of the Cairin only works for them and those with the lycan blood. Those outside the pack might benefit from it but not completely.'

'Whats the side-effect of it?' Erick asked curiously.

'Disability.'

Erick suddenly turned grim when Dane had answered. He then looked at his parents and said, "Is this about Latham?"

"Dane told you about it?" Lachlan asked back, not surprised that Dane had told his son.

Erick nodded.

Lachlan sighed. "Yes. He's going to Cairin Oaks, together with Noaz. Alpha Isaiah might probably have the answer to it."

"How long?"

Lachlan shook his head. "We're not sure. Until he heals back… or not."

Luella bit her lower lips, looking sad and worried.

"Is there no way to heal his hand, other than her blood?" Erick asked.

Lachlan let out another sigh. "It is unsure. Alpha Isaiah mentioned that this had happened before but it was way back. They never thought these side-effects might occur again since it has a rare chance for it to happen."

Erick leaned back against his seat and tilted his head thoughtfully. "Still, we shouldn't blame Makena and the Cairin packs since they were trying to help us."

Lachlan nodded. "Of course," he agreed. Inwardly, he felt proud of his son. He thinks rationally and has a good mind.

Few minutes later after more talking, Erick got up from his seat and said, "I'm going to get some water and then I'm going to bed."

His parents nodded. "Alright, good night, son," Luella said lovingly.

The next evening at the shifter training field.

Erick was stretching his arms up, with Hamish standing beside him. He looked around and noticed that the trainer that would replace Latham had not arrived.

His parents told him that someone else would be replacing Latham as their trainer.

Although there was a high possibility that Roel would be the replacement, he hoped it wasn't true.

Latham might be a sadistic trainer but Roel was on another level. He wasn't as black bellied as Latham, rather he was more upfront which can be scary too.

While they were talking with one another, suddenly, silence swamped through the field as every young shifter turned to look at the approaching man, coming towards them.

He wore glasses with his black hair combed to the side. He was walking with both of his hands in his pockets.

When he was finally in front of the young shifters, his gaze swept through them, his eyes judging them. His eyes stopped for a while when it reached Jeayan and his gaze turned soft.

Both Erick and Hamish noticed his gaze and inwardly rolled their eyes.

Once everyone had finally quieted down, Roel began to introduce himself. Telling them all that he will be replacing Latham, who he said, was still recovering. Not many people knew that Latham and Noaz had left town, other than the related people.

Without giving them time to react, he shouted at them to run thirty laps around the field, which was actually bigger than a football field. And before they could protest, he quickly added that if there's any sounds of unwillingness, he told them to double the laps.

And once he was done with the instructions, the young shifters immediately ran.

Roel stood there, with his arms crossed across his chest, watching them. His eyes studying each of the shifters, making sure that they were not lagging behind and to ensure they ran properly.

Since they were shifters, it was inevitable that they ran for less than an hour as they should be.

After they were done with their laps, they had to endure Roel's harsh criticism of their paces. Even Jeayan got scolded.

Soon after, Roel told them to do shadow boxing and high jumps. Erick was starting to think that they were training for an army, doing all these exercises.

Everyone laid on the ground, exhausted once they were done.

But unfortunately for them, Roel was not done with them as he shouted at them to get a five minutes rest after warm up before the real training starts.

Erick inwardly groaned. He seriously had no energy that he could only turn his head. His eyes darted around until it landed on Jeayan few meters away.

He stared hard at Jeayan, waiting for her to notice him. He couldn't shout out to her, lest Roel heard them.

Minutes later, Jeayan turned her head towards Erick and saw he was making faces and gestures with his face. At first, she thought he was joking around and was being weird. Then she saw him gesturing towards Roel, with his wide eyes.

It was then Jeayan understood what he meant. She then replied back with a look that read 'you think I haven't tried?'

Erick then gave her another look, furiously gesturing at her to 'persuade' her mate.

Before Jeayan could answer, Erick could hear Roel's sarcastic but quiet voice from above him. "Hmmm… What's this? Trying to use my mate to persuade me about the training?"

Erick's eyes widened in shock as he slowly turned his head up to find Roel looking at him disdainfully. He did not even hear him. It was no wonder Roel was like an assassin. Quiet but deadly.

"Uhhh… I… I---"

Roel turned away and said out loud, "Everyone, get into position, except for Erick. He will do another twenty laps."

Erick felt like he was dying.

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Port Robston Bay.

Bastian was in his room, looking down at his hands as he clenched and unclenched them.

Ever since he was strapped on the examination bed with needles stabbed in him, he had felt quite weird. Although it doesn't have much effect on his wolf, Amarok, he could not help but feel something was amiss.

'What's wrong?' Amarok asked in his mind.

Bastian just kept quiet, shaking his head.

This was another thing that was new to Bastian. Before, he never could talk with Amarok when he was in his human form. But now, it was possible for them to talk, without shifting to wolf form.

Bastian wasn't sure what happened but he was confident that it had to do with the short experiment the warlock did to him. It was as if he was increasing his lycan power, which he did not know he had.

When they got back home after that mission, he had asked his father, the Alpha about their lycan bloodline. He was surprised to know that they do have but it wasn't as strong as the Kendall and the Cairin. It was because there was an inter-mating in the Cesaro pack.

And coincidentally, Amarok was one of the descendents of the inter-mating as well.

Looking down at his hands, he felt like he needed to know more about the lycan.

'Should I meet up with Erick and that woman, Makena?'