I go cold.

“You know my mother?”

“The Demon Queen. One with beauty that causes the Lycan King to go crazed with Lust. The reason thousands of warriors died in battle. Of course I know such wicked woman.”

I take a step forward. She fights to hold her ground but fails, retreating, heart thudding in her chest.

“Zephyrine and you can never be together, Lycannar. You are everything she stand against. She will never accept you once she know who you are.”

“You know why the moon goddess curse me?” I ask, and she shudders.

“Because you are the product of sin.”