Xavier

The moon sits low and swollen in the sky, the kind of full moon that turns the world silver and the shadows black. I step into the clearing, the wild earth shifting unevenly beneath my boots. Rogue land. Unclaimed. Unforgiving.

This is where the Lycans live.

Where they’ve survived.

After the great separation of shifters and lichens, the lichons chose to go back to their roots dwelling in simple, homemade villages and existing within their own clans.

They're not known for making contact with the human world or even for immersing themselves in more modern conveniences than necessary, which I used to believe was a good thing until I...