A medieval tale of the genesis of the Lycans, and how Lucien was born, into the middle of a frying pan, before jumping into fire, making his life rather dire, setting free his fellow brethren and undoing what had been done.
Alas, without Selene, it is an empty can of beans, just an ordinary kind of tale, blows quite limp with a wet sail.
It's only downhill from now on, as the franchise ruptures, the bloods gone, not quite knowing when to stop, perpetually draining a good plot, leaving a husk, a shallow spectre of what was.
Be nice to know what the point of it all is too, aside from megalomania.
