Draven frowned hearing this. A Lycan. It was a big possibility, given how he'd felt it immediately from the man even before he dared claim his lamb as his own. It had been distinct at that time, but the more he thought about it, the more likely it was. But it felt wrong, thought Draven to himself with a smile. His green eyes observed the liquid in the glass. "He had the same aura as Oberon."
He finally said when his hands stopped moving on the glass and he set it back on the table, then turned to look at his Royal Karkas, who looked visibly startled by his words.
Xerian sat frozen at the name, his head tilted slightly, eyebrows raised high, and his face looked slightly pale. It was a rare sight, given how the man's countenance rarely changed regardless of the situation. It was exactly the same attitude that earned him the title as the Lycan King's Karka, among other equally good knights of the King.
