†Noca's POV†
What brought me here again? I asked myself as I stared at the thatched house before me, its roof bowed under the weight of years and neglect. The night was cold, biting even through the robe I wore, my vestment hanging loosely around my waist. I hadn't brought guards or warriors as this was something I had to do alone. Perhaps the people would respect that. Or perhaps, they would think me foolish.
Was it Ariadne's words that pushed me here? Or my obsession with the name everyone feared to utter?
This was the first time I had stepped out of the Alpha's quarters to face what lay buried in our past. I needed answers. I needed to understand what was being hidden from me, what truth lay beneath centuries of silence. Why was I forbidden from knowing why my blood was called impure, even though my lineage descended from the great Lycan god, Leodonas himself?
