-ALEXANDER-
The feeling of nothingness coming from inside of me made me doubt if truly I was meant for the position of the so-called Lycan King.
Yes, I have, as the strongest one has lived for three thousand years and has numerous battle scars lurking all over me. My face, which still remains my prized possession, was the only thing that had me thinking about the life I was living.
Hiding behind this mask and living like they wanted me to be. The King of the werewolves. The Liege of Wolves, my most trusted entity, had begun to fall apart because of my cruelty. Not like I gave two f***s about it; I just found the situation unsuitable for me.
There was nothing special about any of them except that lady. What was her name again? I think it started with an L… Yes, little lamb.
She had
