Complications

I inform 'The Sqaud' as Arlo puts it. To meet me at the lycans house. Apparently, it's known as a pack house, I was annoyingly corrected. Who knew a Lycan king would slum it, and live as an ordinary pack wolf. I suppose he is an ordinary wolf now. Kind of, he is a Lycanthrope. 

All kings in the werewolf world are Lycanthropes. Stronger, larger and more humanoid beasts. That stand tall on two legs. They were the first of their kind. Originally known as Wulvers. I guess, that name didn't sound intimidating enough. 

Over time, non royal wulver genetic make up changed. Birthing the werewolfs we know today. Sleeker and more agile wolves. The Wulver/Lycan dynasty is the oldest on earth. They have kept their original forms.

Janice is here, but there's no sign of the twins. I'm getting impatient. I've gathered all the wolves in to a large hall to address the plan. I've waited long enough. I look out to the crowd. 

"You sense my aura, you sense my power