Neriah
"The alliance between the Auréans and the Western Cliffs – although I heard they're in the process of changing their name dates back to Seven Generations," he explained. "Originally formed during the Great Drought when both territories needed to share resources to survive. That is how your people and why your people were finally accepted as part of the werewolf communities."
"How do you know all this?" I asked, genuinely curious now.
"Let's just say I've had an educational upbringing," he replied with a mysterious smile. He sampled a small piece of the honeyed apple and nodded approvingly. "Like your feast preparations – thorough and thoughtful."
I couldn't help but smile at the compliment. There was something magnetic about him – a self-assured grace that seemed both natural and practised. I could also tell he was a Lycan, though his aura felt different – stronger somehow, more contained, like a closed fire that could roar to life at any moment.
