“Lycans?” My small self asked her, intrigued as the wolves below fought for what looked like sport.
“We are the higher beings of werewolves, chosen by the Goddess to rule and protect. The crest order when there is chaos.”
“Why?” My little curious face beamed at my mother, making her chuckle.
“Because we must. When you are given a gift as ours, it would be wrong not to share it with the world. Just like you must share with your friends.” She laughed a little, making me puff out my little chest.
“Adaron isn’t my friend.” I was adamant, pointing across the way at the other side of the arena to another box with people dressed in finery in it.
“Heh, we will see someday.” My mother smiled at me, kissing my head as the scene faded, going back to the dream I had before; with the yelling and
