Ronan's pov
I followed my uncle down to the study room even if it was almost midnight.
It was the first time he had wanted to talk about something so urgent and I needed to listen.
Uncle Stefan reminded me of the version of a man my father wasn't.
Though he was not always around when he was I felt understood.
It wasn't as though having a lycan as an inner wolf never gave him the privilege of being around,
I'd always thought it was because we both had a Lycan for a wolf that he could say words that I related to.
As far as I was told lycans were the first-ever werewolves, they had more stability and their powers came from the moon goddess herself but something happened and they had to go extinct. Their powers had to be divided and so werewolves were breaded
But then descendants of th
