Marcus's eyes widened as he heard the voice of that blasted King play from the giant screen that was currently installed atop the altar. It was meant to display a few inane photos and entertainment for what few guests they currently had, but now it was being used by that monster to crash the wedding?
It was unacceptable!
"Yes, it is I, King Nathan of the Convel Society," the werewolf King addressed the crowd from the monitor. "And yes, I've come to claim what's rightfully mine."
"Rightfully yours? You have no right to even stake your claim here," Marcus growled. "And how dare you desecrate this wedding with your foul presence?!"
Nathan chuckled as if he was actually hearing what was being said in front of him, "Why not? The Moon Clan is, by right, mine to rule. You, Marcus, are simply a false King clinging onto what little power you still have."
