Renar knew damn well that if the secret about the lycans' birth curse and looming extinction ever reached the public, it'd start a war between lycans and werewolves, where all this time, each side clawing for the right to rule the werewolf society.
A war nobody wanted. The scars and ruins left by the war centuries ago between werewolves and lycans hadn't fully healed yet.
The bitterness still lingered, and distrust still poisoned the air. Every effort to build justice and unity in Ashenhold would go up in flames overnight if the werewolves turned rogue and attacked.
Ashenhold had always been a sanctuary—one rare place where humans, lycans, and werewolves coexisted under lycan rule.
Many werewolves banished by their packs from the countryside had fled here, seeking shelter. Packs often cast out their outcasts—those who were wolfless, cursed, or simply considered liabilities. Rogues, abandoned and alone, found refuge in Ashenhold. It became their only home.
