Proposal.

I wasn't sure if I believed them. Lycan was still a terrifying presence in the camp, and I knew that his punishments could be brutal. But I couldn't deny that I had started to see things differently.

As the weeks turned into months, I found myself feeling grateful for the relative safety of Lycan's camp. Life was hard, but it was predictable. I knew what was expected of me, and I knew what the consequences would be if I broke the rules.

One day, as I was walking through the camp, I heard a commotion coming from Lycan's tent. Curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked inside.

To my surprise, I saw Lycan sitting at a makeshift desk, surrounded by papers and books. He looked up as I entered, and I could see a flash of irritation in his eyes.

"What do you want?" he growled.

I hesitated, not sure if I should speak. But then I remembered what I had heard about Lycan's past. Maybe he wasn't as cruel as I had thought.

"I was just... curious," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Lycan's e