Chapter Seventy-Five – Last prophecy.
Rihanna’s POV
Every Lycan had strong desire to kill Werewolfs so were termed Monsters. Logan was one Lycan who wanted peace and loneliness.
“Where’s your family?” I broke the twenty seconds silence.
The Lycan, who I assumed had lost hope, looked up to me with light in his eyes. “Dead.”
I wasn’t sure if I should ask how but I brushed it off, not about to reopen some wounds. “I can’t use sorcery, if there’s another way I’d help.”
“That way is dangerous. And needs more energy.” He murmured. “And I don’t quite like it either so don’t want to suggest it.”
I stepped closer, stooping besides him. His green eyes met by brown ones. “Tell me, let’s do it instead.”
“Let him tell you before you say we are doing it!” Lana scolded loudly. What was with her?
