-LILIAN-
There was nothing much to think of since I had severed my connection with the Crescent Moon Pack. They had thrown me out; none of them wanted me, and they had caused the death of the one thing that mattered to me….my child.
Compared to the Lycan king, Drex wouldn't be able to lift his finger even if he tried. The difference in strength stood at its peak, and even I was terrified at how scary he could become with his mask on.
A peak of his face made the face bleed, a swing of his sword was enough to lead to afforestation, and there was Drex, probably able to harness half of the Lycans' powers. He'd still have struggles if he fought with the blind Theodore; his survival even then was low.
How then could there be a battle of consciousness? I didn't understand how he thought his
