Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King
I shouldn’t interfere at all, but it doesn’t break the rules in anyway. As long as Khaisha doesn’t help her secure a kill, it remains within tradition.
Elder Orin approaches, his presence souring the air before he even speaks. Of all the elders, he’s Grimm’s least favorite. Mine as well.
“The moon is bright tonight, don’t you think, Your Majesty?” he says, peering at the sky.
Grimm growls at the sound of his voice, his presence shoving into my mind like a jagged intrusion. I keep my expression neutral. “We don’t have an appointment, but you may sit if you have something important to say.”