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LYKOS With the bottle of whiskey in my hand, I went into the kitchen to get some glasses. When I returned to the living room, I found Lanzo removing his jacket and settling in. "You have a nice place," he complimented. "Thanks," I said, knowing he was just being modest. He was probably used to much nicer homes than mine. They were, after all, very wealthy. Far more wealthy than my family. I sat down, poured the whiskey, and set Lanzo's glass in front of him. He thanked me, and we had a moment of silence before I spoke. "Did you mean it when you said you wanted to make peace?" I asked and Lanzo looked at me with earnest eyes. "I did..." he stated, taking a sip from his glass before proceeding. "I grew up the way I did because our father had no interest in being a wolf. But I have alway