They built countless inventions to make life easier, yet many of those same creations only deepened their dissatisfaction.
The more they gained, the more they desired. When the weight of their own choices finally caught up to them, many searched for someone else to blame. Fate, society, even their creator Himself, anything except the reflection staring back at them.
Sometimes, Hei Bao thought even wolves possessed greater honesty.
A wolf killed because it needed to survive. A Lycan fought because it chose to protect.
Neither pretended otherwise.
They acknowledged their victories, accepted their failures, and bore the consequences of their own decisions without hiding behind excuses.
Humans, however, had an uncanny talent for disguising selfishness as virtue and shifting the burden of their mistakes onto others, only to celebrate themselves afterward.
Perhaps that was why Hei Bao had never regretted being born a Lycan.
Among his own kind, honor still carried weight.
