“What?” The room seemed to tilt for a moment as his words settled in. I blinked at him, sure I’d misheard. “A Lycan?”
He nodded, stepping closer. “Yes. Lycans aren’t like us. They were stronger, faster, more dominant.”
I stumbled back, clutching the edge of the bed for support. “No… that can’t be true. He was just… just…” My words faltered, disbelief clouding my thoughts.
“Aurora, think about it,” Lucien said, his voice calm but insistent. “Your abilities, your strength—it all makes sense now. You’re not like the rest of us because you’re not fully a werewolf. You’re the last Lycan.”
“How is that even possible?”
“it is true, I saw the records… Your kind dominated our world many years ago. In order to take over the kingdom, my father needed to end the reign of the Lycans, he hunted the
