Caelan looked out of the window, his eyes falling on the stars filled sky. The night was calm and even though was cold, it was still pleasant. However, Caelan's mood was anything but pleasant. He was in distress as he thought about how his father had switched sides the moment he had found a better person who could help him achieve his dreams and fulfill his selfish desires.
His eyes were filled with dismay as he smiled satirically when he recalled what his father had told him a few days ago when the invitations for the contest had been sent out. Although he had performed his duty as the ruling King, he was reluctant to give up his position as the King of all werewolves.
