“I want a name, Evaleen. You told me that I don’t wanna know but I do, I need to know that people of my pack and my town are safe.” Evaleen’s eyes widened at the subtle allegation made by him.
“I am not here to hurt anyone innocent or anyone as the matter of fact, my kind only attacks when it is meant for defense or to protect the innocents.” She took a deep breath and continued, “I am a Lycan.” Christian’s eyes widened at her words.
“You are a Lycan? How is that possible? They don’t exist; these creatures just exist in folklores, and books, not in the real world.” He tried to make sense of what she said.
“That’s what humans think about your kind, don’t they? You are supernatural beings, I am a mythical creature, less in number but we do exist. My dad was the King of the Lycan, somet
