Ramsey
"What?" I stared at him, confused. "The White Moon Throne is our pack's leadership seat. It has nothing to do with White Lake."
He shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "You know so little of our true history, Ramsey. The White Moon Throne wasn't always ours. It was governed by a Lycan from White Lake, particularly from Thorne's family. In those days, the Throne would choose its successor, and it was always from White Lake, until my great-grandfather…well, removed by many generations, though, discovered the secret behind the White Moon Throne's selection."
"Secret?" I stared at my grandfather, confused. "What other secret other than the powers of it are controlled by the Moon Goddess."
He laughed. "Rules, laws are for werewolves, Ramsey. A lot of Lycans do not care so much about the Moon Goddess. We love the celebration, of course, but we won't go out of our way for her."
"So, the White Moon Throne doesn't have powers like you all claim?"
