"Pardon," Maxwell prompted. "Creation of...who?"
"The moon goddess," he answered. "She is our creator, the one who assigns us our destined mates, the one we worship. We are all her children. And the Qyssar is known to be her very first creation. There has never been any entity in our werewolf realm as mighty and regal as them. Let's say, they were like her majesty, the queen. Everyone worshipped them, feared them and looked up to them," Maxwell felt like he was either dreaming or reading some fantasy story. He knew what he was. And yet it was becoming extremely difficult to believe whatever Jacques was saying. And if he cannot understand these things himself, how does he expect Emelisse to believe any of them?
"Were?" Maxwell murmured.
"Yes, it is said that the Qyssar was destroyed by
