Azriel’s jaw tightened as Layzal spoke. “What happened to them?”
Layzal’s gaze turned distant, as if he were reliving a memory he wished he could forget. “From what I remember from the stories, the bloodline was hunted down, relentlessly pursued by those who sought their power. Eventually, they disappeared, going into hiding to escape the constant persecution, while many of them got killed when they refused to obey. Over the centuries, many believed they had been wiped out, their knowledge lost forever. And till today I believed the same.”
Markus exchanged a glance with Azriel, both of them understanding the implications of this revelation. “If these poems still exist, and the bloodline still lives, we need to find them before the Lycans do,” Markus said, his voice resolute. “They could
