Legend has it that she came down on the night of the Black Moon, a mortal representation of the moon’s power. She blessed all of our pack ancestors, but to the first lycan leader, she gave something far more special.”
Striking blue orbs faced me instead, drowning me in their endless sea of memories. “The Lunar Wolf never told anyone the blessings the moon disposed of upon him and for centuries, it was mostly forgotten. Until another night when an extension of the pack was journeying through human territory.
That night, it was recorded that the human colony decided to attack the Lunaris pack and a full battle broke out between the creatures. The lycan leader emerged badly injured, but not before he sank his fangs into their leader’s neck. The effects were disastrous because when the mor
