(Andy)
I sat in awe of what I had just heard. I had been around Lycans for years outside these walls but I had never once heard the tale of the Moon goddess.
“That was...beautiful,” I breathed, barely holding back a sob. “So Lycaon, he was the first of your kind? I wonder how he made it on his own...it would have been frightening.”
“He did okay, he had his wolf-spirit Certus to guide him. Believe it or not, we actually still have a few of Lycaon’s journals back at the Archivio.”
“Certus? I like that; what does it mean?”
“Certus means loyal,” he smiled, “He lived a longer life than normal thanks to the goddess and even wrote one of our most highest laws - that only a willing person may receive the Lycan’s gift.”
“I’m guessing that means turning someone, right?”
“Good guess,” he tease
