"Ah, it's much more simple, I think," Lucian said, ducking his head with a smile. A soft smile, as he thought back to Sonya. "My race were slaves to the Vampires. I fell in love with one, and she loved me back. Her father was powerful, and killed her for it. I rebelled and led the Lycans to war, and it is only now - in our twenty-first century - coming to something that might look like the end. I hope."