Chapter Sixty-seven (Saraya's POV) Decades Ago

"I have heard of Lycans, seen drawings of their kind in the Keeper's journal but never actually encountered one but I have seen werewolves – werewolves are cute when they are not trying to eat you. According to what I saw, Lycans are supposed to be ugly and vicious in their primal form," I said, "you were neither ugly nor vicious, I thought you were really beautiful and enthralling," I added, as I rubbed my face against the corner of his neck. He chuckled, then groaned when I rubbed against him, shifting, I lay atop him, using one hand to frame his chin and smiling into his eyes. He reached down to frame my hips and made me straddle him.

I couldn’t help leaning over to press a timid kiss on his lips, although shy, I couldn’t help myself. He was the most beautiful man … creature I have ever met. "What kind of Lycan are you?" I asked, adoring him with my eyes.

"Before I answer your question, tell me where you are from?" he replied in a low, sexy baritone.

"The Eastlands..." I repli