“Any luck finding more information about Lycans?” Finn asked Lily a week later.
“Nothing useful,” she sighed. “It’s weird, but there’s almost nothing in our pack library or the Council’s public records about their—our—extinction.” Lily still wasn’t used to calling herself one of them. It still didn’t seem possible, let alone real.
She had read every resource she could find, but nothing had mentioned why Lycans had started to go mad, and very few of them went into detail about how they’d been killed by the Council. Her father hadn't given them anything more to go on either, refusing to say anything more after he’d had his fun.
Surprisingly, he’d given her back the money he’d stolen. Although after the knowledge-bomb he’d dropped on her, it felt meaningless in the grand scheme of things
