Derrick
I don’t find Alisa outside as I thought I would. I follow her scent through the mansion until I track her down in the empty library, sitting with her back against the wall, a book propped open on her upturned knees. “What are you reading?” I ask as I crouch in front of her.
She looks up, smiles, and holds the book up for me to see. The Sagas of Lycan Itzak.
I snort softly, and sit next to her. She’s already a quarter of the way through the book, clearly captivated as she reads about Itzak’s supposed discovery of human settlements, and how he killed mythological beasts for them out of the goodness of his pure. Lycan heart.
It’s a myth. A story told through the ages until someone decided to write it all down. It’s very Viking-like, and I suspect highly embellished. At the very l
