Alexa

“At least your wolf's spirit could still continue to the next generation. Not now. Mythril would never return to you, but the remains were enough to preserve the seed of Lycan power for your children.”

Marlon gave his opinion as he walked beside me. His hands were clasped behind his back as if hesitant to come any closer than a polite distance. We crossed the western border to reach the mouth of the cave on the labyrinth cliff.

“How can you be so sure?” I asked.

“We dragons had a lot of experience with the power of energy passed down in families.” Marlon furrowed his brows for a moment...