Everyone has their own narrative.
The reason why some people got along with others was because the stories they told to each other resonated and made sense.
It was how allies and enemies were made.
And it was why the dark fiery red hair of the Lycan King and his broad back was visible to his people within the thorny and twisted forest.
The forest which had initially tried to attack the intruders had succumbed to the might of fire and power of the group.
Alpha Zeros, and other Alphas, and a great number of powerful Shamans stood at his side.
It was due to their collective power that the true numbers of the lycans were hidden from the lone Vampire that stood within the manor.
Was this overkill?
Some lycan packs had around a hundred, others were nearly a thousand.
Not all of them came, some being women and children–but a vast selection of the greatest warriors were chosen.
