Lincoln

“What do you mean lycan? Lycans are extinct, they've been extinct for hundreds if not thousands of years.” My father yelled.

“Your way of joking is not funny, at all, Mr. Rogue.” Luis scoffed. It seemed that he was more offended that what the Lycan said wasn’t funny. But, honestly, I don’t think the Lycan was attempting to joke around.

The wolf that shifted into a human continued to practice his skills of staring and ignoring questions. His way of staring was an insult of itself. His eyes despite their glimmer showed no respect or interest for anything, much less for the two generations of pack leaders in front of him.

“There is no need for you to believe what he says. If you don't, then don't. If you do, you can. He doesn't care.” A familiar voice spoke.

From the forest bed, the gray wolf that was at the border the other day emerged. He was in his wolf form but we knew his powers allowed him to communicate without needing to shift.