LAVINIA

«My world spun endlessly, maybe it was just an illusion, but I felt everything on the surface of my skin.

I fell into a wild forest, next to Drusilla, and nearby was that lycan.

They were staring, just like me, from a hill overlooking the wild, backward continent where werewolves were only beginning to awaken to their consciousness.

They weren’t anything like the civilization left behind—they looked more primitive, more wolf than man, ignorant, like innocent children—and the two outsiders took full advantage of that.

Drusilla and Eryon shared their knowledge, became idolized, wrapped themselves in a cloak of mystery and power, gaining control over this land.

I saw Eryon build his palace and proclaim himself Wolf King. His lycan form intimidated the inhabitants of this realm, who hadn’t yet evolved into that transformation.

Only the basic shifting form existed.

Drusilla became the first priestess, worshiped for her knowledge, which they saw as miraculous.

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