~ISSA

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Those were one of my father’s parting words to me as I grew up to become the Lycan I was today.

For a creature in my position, I was feared, revered, hated and wanted. It was a tiring existence when everyone always wanted something from you. For some powerful werewolf families, it was my cooperation to be their ally in times of war. For some it was my Lycan seed and for some, it was my death.

Everybody wanted a piece of me and that was fine. It ...