There is a cave on the outskirts of town that none dare to go near that do not have business with, and even those who do dread. Blood had soaked through the ground so much, that nothing can ever grow again because of all the iron in the ground. This is where the head lycan lies and always will. He is old and irritable, but he is strong and his power had yet to be challenged. Bones line the floors and make up the two foot carpeting, all but a single cleared path. No lights, for his eyes are adapt. This is the home of Lucian.
