Lykos stood, smoothed out his robe, and turned his blue eyes toward Oliver.
He was a head shorter than the Ash boy, which he tried not to be annoyed by, though his fluffy ears and tail betrayed his emotions. Still, in that moment, the air in the lecture hall seemed to drop.
"You are loud."
His voice carried a weight that Oliver's screeching lacked.
"I think we'd all prefer it if you sat down."
"What? Stay out of this, wolf-boy! This is between me and—"
"I..."
Lykos interrupted.
"I am Lykos, son of Remus, of the GREAT House Death."
His words hung in the air, reminding them of the obvious.
Though Lykos's House was a vassal of Death, much like Ignotus's, Lykos's mother was married to Nex, the very House Lord of Death.
That, in turn, connected them in a way House Plant could never be.
Indeed, this technically made the boy before them be from a Great House.
The only one in the Third Stratum...
One of the three pillars of the realm.
