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"The Lycan parties start in a few weeks. What are we buying this year?" Jess asks, going over the different articles about the Lycan annual parties that just hit the internet this morning.
Breakfast is right in front of us. I grab a cookie, biting on it as I try to weigh my options for this year's trading.
It's been a myth that werewolves and Lycans have bad blood and barely coexist. I grew up believing that s**t until these Lycans bought the lands around the outskirts of the region and we created a pact.
They are foreigners who have a lot of stuff, and they are willing to trade with us. They host over forty trading parties yearly and we gotta book invitation slots for the parties where they will be auctioning the s**t we wanna buy.
But they are ridiculously expensive. Over
