"What?" I replied
"How do you not age like a normal wolf? Are you hybrid?" Ares questioned
"No, well you may consider it hybrid these days, we haven't gotten out much." He chuckles, Ares and I growl at his stalling.
"Right.. Well.. we are Lycans, the last of our kind from what we've heard." He cleared his throat before responding.
"Lycans? The Lycans died out when the rogues took over, they were overwhelmed and the last one died in battle twenty years before the first king was appointed." Ares growled.
"We went into hiding, there were only a few hundred of us left when the king came to power. We.. we were the weakest of the Lycans and were outcast to keep only the strongest of the bloodline. Obviously, they kept all of the females but males they refused to keep any of the weak. We are still stronger than all other wolves, and even the king but had only us few. We figured the only way we could survive was to pledge loyalty to the crown." He sighed looking to his men.