OFFERED TO THE LYCAN KING
“If you don’t do it now, I will kill all of you the same way I did to this man and then replace each one of you with new lords and elders. Do you understand me?”
Gideon gulped, his hands trembling as he glanced at the other elders. None of them dared to meet my gaze. “Very well,” he muttered, defeated.
The elders scrambled to prepare the ceremonial items, their hands shaking as they laid them out. The Oath Staff, an ancient relic of our pack, was placed in Elder Gideon’s hands. He approached me cautiously, his voice barely above a whisper as he began the coronation rites.
Hot Chapters