Chapter Twenty-two (Dane’s POV) Decades before…

With the newly made charm necklace around my neck and the pendant tugged under my tunic, we headed out to town. Saraya was so excited she portaled us to the hem of the woods leading into Daekrahm in the North-central lands. The North-central lands are basically the land of clan rejects Werewolves who have gone rogue, the undead – nocturnal creatures of the night, banished dwarves, witches and generations of demigods with no magical talents who are now plain stray humans.

Creatures who are natural enemies, cohabiting, with the sheer need for survival.

But the Werewolves or Shifters as they are also known are the majority and it is in their nature to form packs, consciously or otherwise, making them the dominating kind amongst the others.

Lycans have impressive numbers too, but not as the werewolves. No thanks to my kind.

And the weather was quite conducive. My kind thrives in cold weather and the plain was plunged in constant snow.

Also, Helios, the sun goddess, simply refused