She studied his face for a while, searching for any sign of deception. "I see. What makes you think he has the better army?"
Lucien glanced over his shoulder before leaning in. "He has an army of werewolves. Not the werewolves that we had in the past, but an evolved one."
"How so?"
"These werewolves are more... intelligent and have advanced regenerative abilities."
"And you think I would just join you? Just like that?"
"No. I would assume that you want something in return," he said, leaning on his cane. "So, name your price."
"Price?" She let out a bitter laugh. "Lucien, you almost wiped out my entire clan before." Marie turned away. "You killed my friends, and most of my family, drove my clan into hiding and you want me to just forget about that and help you?" She spun back to face him. "You must be dreaming. There is no price on what you did. Nothing!"
