The majority of Lycus' memories were similar to those of Kalen. Things I had already seen before. However, his next one gives light to why Lycus was feared so much in the pits.
Lycus was lethal and twice the size of any ordinary Were-Fae. He was monstrous and no one stood a chance against him once they hopped in the ring with him. Until one night he had a new opponent. He’d just finished and climbed out of the ring, shifting back when two men grabbed him.
He glanced around for his father, trying to figure out what was going on when he was dragged out the back of the place to a makeshift change room. There on the floor was Porter. Bloody and beaten, his eyes swollen shut from the brutal beating he took. Deep claw marks lashed into his face. The men set him down gently on the bench seat
