TALE OF A SHAPESHIFTER

“I know nothing…” The masked boss repeated with a scoff, “what if I told you the history of the werewolves, the very reason for the creation of the first of your kind, would you believe I know something then.” He asked and the Matriarch paused just at the door before slowly turning back towards the masked boss.

“The first of my kind, are you going to start weaving some lies now, are you that desperate.” She asked.

“No, you are.” The masked Boss replied calmly, “you are the desperate one here Lycan, you have sought answers all your life, you have always wanted to know the very reason for your existence. You werewolves have existed before the Vampires, before the magicians, instructed to hide from generations to generations and there you stand, desperate for an answer. An answer you just have to ask for and I will say it.” The boss spoke with a mocking tone.