'What the hell this is all about?' Victoria thought as she felt her hands glued to the throne seat.
There surely must be a catch to this. First, she is allowed to sit on the throne and now she is glued to it?
Closing her eyes, after what felt like an eternity but was only two years, she summoned Carla to herself.
She concentrated on the wolf image in her mind that she always had two years back and how she remembered Carla looking like.
'What is it, Victoria?' Carla asked, knowing all too well that she hasn't called her here to relieve her from her words that she had mentioned two years ago disallowing her to take over her but for her purpose of knowing what was happening.
'What is this? Since you are the werewolf among us, you must be knowing about it. That why I was allowed to sit on a King's throne even when the king is alive and in front of me? So, tell me what is happening and why is this happening?' Victoria asked.
