The Lycan’s Breeder Luna
Yet here he was, looking at me as if I were the most interesting thing in the world.
“I’m Emrys. An ancient lycan,” he said, formally introducing himself. His voice was warm and deep, alluring. Lycans were very old, so old, in fact, that he must have been one of the survivors from the slaughter of their pack, a once-great pack. I felt a pang of sorrow for him. "I'm probably older than your great-great-grandmother," he said with an easy smile, trying to make a joke. I returned his smile, and he raised his eyebrows, a flicker of shock passing on his face.