King Oberon's towering form, clad in obsidian attire that seemed to drink in the very essence of the dimly lit chamber, radiated an aura of malevolence that sent shivers down Ruth's spine as she clutched Edwin's arm in nervousness.
The Demon King's eyes, usually like natural Ambre, now blazed with a furious fire that seemed to consume everything in its path. His fingers clenched into tight fists as he struggled to contain the gale of emotions surging within him.
The werewolf leader had dared to spurn the alliance that had been meticulously crafted, a union meant to solidify power and forge an unbreakable bond between their two worlds. How Oberon had envisioned a prosperous future for not only his sister but also for his kingdom and his people!
But Edwin ruined it all!
