"A Lycan what?" she scoffed, brows drawn. "There are no such beings."
“There are truths you have not yet been shown—truths long buried, swept beneath the dust of centuries,” he replied solemnly. “To answer your question: Lycans are real. Some call us beasts, others name us higher wolves, for we are akin to them in form, yet greater in strength and spirit. And you, my dear, are one of us. Do you remember what I told you that night?”
She shook her head slowly. “You said a great deal.”
“I told you never to reveal what you are to the wolves,” he said, voice low and steady. “They would not hesitate to slay you should they discover the truth. That is why your beast has remained dormant since the hour of your birth. The mark you bear, which mirrors mine, was not given in vain—it was etched upo
