Chapter 75. Last Prophecy

Rihanna’s POV

Every Lycan had a strong desire to kill werewolves, so they were termed monsters. Logan was one Lycan who wanted peace and loneliness.

“Where’s your family?” I broke the twenty-second silence.

The Lycan, who I assumed had lost hope, looked up at me with light in his eyes. “Dead.”

I wasn’t sure if I should ask how, but I brushed it off, not about to reopen some wounds. “I can’t use sorcery. If there’s another way, I’d help.”

“That way is dangerous. And needs more energy,” he murmured. “And I don’t quite like it either, so I don’t want to suggest it.”

I stepped closer, stooping beside him. His green eyes met my brown ones. “Tell me, let’s do it instead.”

“Let him tell you before you say we are doing it!” Lana scolded loudly. What was with her? Did she feel it’s something we couldn’t do?

“Transfer by blood. An archaic kind of sorcery without the sorcery. You’d need to be an Alpha for it to work too,” Logan a