“I’ll like to speak for myself please.” Lucius continued. “My father, King Cyrus, sent me away to America six weeks after our tenth birthday. My brother, Prince Darius as you all know, successfully turned on our tenth birthday. He is a strong wolf and from the little, I have seen in the few hours that I have returned, his strength seems to be a match for his temper.” Some men laughed. It was a joke after all. But it was also true. Lucius wasn’t laughing. Neither was he smiling. “I, on the other hand, couldn’t turn like my twin brother. And for six weeks, my father’s Beta and right-hand man, Sule stayed with me in the woods, trying to get me to shift but we turned up unsuccessful every single time.” Lucius paused in his walk, by the time he made the statement, he was standing in front of Sule. His eyes looked down into Sule’s eyes and Sule could see the gratitude in them. Lucius wasn’t angry or sad about what had happened, instead, he w
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