Times had evolved.
Everything was different from how it had been centuries ago. But just because the world modernized, it didn’t mean that my principles as a Legen should have been different.
Legens were once protectors of humans, guardians of kingdoms. Life was sacred to me. It wasn’t simply something that I thought or that I wanted. It was something that I felt, that ran deep. But nobody understood that. Zev and Layton didn’t. I doubted any Wolf would ever understand how I felt about life.
My parents became the center of my thoughts for a while. They would never understand either. They were different. They were human.
My dad loved me. He got excited every time a new gift kicked in. But it was for the wrong reasons.