Taking a sip from his cup, he disclosed in a grim low voice, "The boy's form began to morph into a monstrous beast. Standing over 10 feet tall, he broke through his chains and let out a bloodcurdling roar so terrifyingly primal that it would stun even the bravest of warriors! He stood on both his legs covered in blood, and viciously destroyed his father's murderers."
"Those who were there that day, claimed that the boy did not shift into a werewolf. But rather… He had become a lycan…"
The words of the traveler rendered his stunned audience into silence.
Surely, that was impossible. A lycan…?
The species of beasts were so savage that their intensity must have led the gods to fate their extinction. One had not been seen in centuries.
