Zanda was sitting on the bed, pulling his shoes on while I wandered around the room, brushing my hair and humming quietly to myself, I’d slept peacefully last night in Zanda’s arms, but I still couldn’t get my vision out of my mind, the man from the prophecy was a Lycan and not just any Lycan, a white Lycan, he was like me.
I needed to know more, but I wasn’t sure how to go about it. I needed information. Maybe they kept records of all the white Lycans in the library.
''Zanda'' I said, as I pulled my long hair back into a high pony.
''Yes, little wolf?''
''You said there was a Library on the pack grounds right''
''Yes'' He looked at me with a confused look ''Near the high school, why’s that''
''I just want to look up the pack's history''
''I can teach you all of that'' He commented,
