Chapter Ninety-four: I Really Do.

"Werewolves and witches have a history?" Rendall was shocked.

"A painful one at that. Haven't you heard any folklore concerning it? Or at least a myth? You werewolves are good at telling fake stories anyways just for storytelling's sake."

Rendall scoffed and looked back at the book. "Let's check out what is written in it. Do you think it's because of the history that Nyx cursed Wulfe too?"

"My mother did a great job by cursing the werewolves. I would have done the same," Helia said.

"Let's just check the book," Rendall said. He was tired of hearing Helia's complaints.

She rolled her eyes, removed the book away from his face, and opened it.

"What's written in it?" Rendall joined her in checking the book and they both turned white as they flapped through the pages. The book was telling a story.

It was a story of how the werewolves had forcefully taken the land of witches away from them.

A long time ago, werewolves had no particular land. They formed packs that were ruled by an Alpha. A