57

-Dash-

“You are no ordinary werewolf, you come from a long line of lycans, you are a lycan and not just any ordinary one, you are a king.”

My mother's words rang through my head but made no sense, if anything they only drove me closer to the edge of utter confusion.

“What do you mean I’m a king, king of what?” I stared at her confused. “And aren’t lycans a myth?”

“I did tell you my great-grandfather was the leader of all the werewolves and was the most powerful in the southern region, no?”

I nodded.

“Well he lied to everyone, he was not a werewolf but a Lycan, my grandfather, and father were just like him too.”

“Therefore making you and your siblings lycans as well?”

“Not quite, so basically not everyone descending from Lycans is a Lycan, it’s a special gift that only a few get to possess.” She smiled. “You and my father were part of the few.”

“You're not making any sense.” I shook my head unable to wrap my head around what she was saying.