She looked at him, surprised. She knew little about lycans, only what her pack had taught her: they were fierce, uncontrollable creatures, far wilder than werewolves. Yet, Aiden seemed calm, almost... comforting.
“Do lycans… have packs too?” she asked, curiosity taking over.
He shook his head. “We’re different. We don’t live in packs, at least not like you. We’re more solitary, more… independent. But that also means we’re often alone.”
Clara sensed a hint of sadness in his voice, a feeling she understood all too well. She too had left everything she knew, her pack, her family, to find some peace. Maybe they were more alike than she thought.
They walked side by side, letting the moonlight guide them along the path. The silence between them was no longer heavy but comforting, as if they understood each other without needing words.
After a while, Aiden stopped and looked at her. “Clara, you know we’re different. That our union might be… frowned upon.”
She nodded, feeling a strange attraction growing between them, a bond she’d never felt before. “I know. But here, in this forest, under the moon... I feel free, away from rules and restrictions.”
Aiden smiled softly. “So do I.”