As we ventured deeper into the village, I noticed the approach of several wolves, who began to whisper to each other. One wolf with shining fur spoke up:
“She's a hybrid! What is the Alpha doing with a cursed creature?”
A wolf with a harsh and imposing voice replied:
“After this, we will all be considered cursed, for the Goddess will not forgive us.”
Another smaller wolf joined the group and asked:
“Did the beast steal our king's mind?”
I shrank back and followed the Lycan in front of me, who seemed unperturbed by the murmurs of his people. He led us to the center, where an imposing stone caught our attention, and he walked toward it while I followed, not knowing what to expect or where we were going. Suddenly, we stopped, and I looked at him, intrigued.
“Are you bringing Conan here
