95 The Story of Sasha's Escape from Marriage

I was intrigued by Sasha’s story. The history of werewolves, especially the Lycans, was something rarely recorded. What little I knew came from the elders in my pack, but there were so few details, especially about the past conflicts.

"How do you know so much?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"How do you think I know Michael?" Sasha raised an eyebrow, giving me a knowing look.

"You said you’ve known him since you were young. Maybe you’re from the royal family?" I guessed.

"That's right," she nodded. "My father is a member of the Committee. But if we go back far enough, I might even be related to Michael. Who knows?"

Her casual remark made me realize just how connected the royal Lycan families were, even to this day. Our pack was relatively lucky to have avoided the worst of the conflicts that once ravaged the werewolf world. We had kept our heads down, bided our time, and then used the peace that followed to strengthen ourselves.

Suddenly, a thought struck me. Could this