Chapter Eighteen: Kingdoms Unite

A couple days after the Rebel’s attempt at attacking, Magis, the werewolf King, came with a section of his Elite Werewolf Army. I greeted him with my mates. I couldn’t move around well anymore, so I was either carried or on bed rest. I had a wheelchair, but I preferred my mates carrying me, and loved to feel spoiled by them. We were in the formal sitting room when Den Leader Jargon came into the room to tell us that King Magis had come. I tried to stand for my old King, but my mates made sure I stayed laying down on the deep blue, velvet couch.

“King Magis and Royal Beta Dux!” Jargon announced from the opened doorway, allowing both to enter.

“King Magis, Royal Beta Dux.” Onyx and Pyrite said in unison. My mates were creepy like that.

“King Magis, Royal Beta Dux. I’m sorry if me not standing to welcome you offends you. I can’t seem to get up and around these days,” I say, while laying down on the couch.<