She grins proudly taking his bottle and putting it to his lips. He takes it immediately guzzling away like a little trooper. She chuckles as I look to Adam who was sitting across from us now.
“There are these legends, a few different types but the one main story that every elder in every pack in the world probably knows is the legend of the Lycan”
Drake nods his head
“Yeah, the first of our kind?”
“Yep, but they weren’t like us. They were feral creatures. His tried for a long time to tame the beasts, giving them mates and powers but nothing worked. They terrorised the humans, the witches, all of them”
He tells us before continuing
“Anyway they pissed off a coven of witches, not voodoo but the real kind, the elemental witches. So they came together with the humans, taking the parts of the Lycan that they wanted and they made a new creation. The werewolf.”
I sit back against drake getting comfortable, enjoying the conversation as he talks