The races trembled, unconsciously shivering as they thought about the reason why they attacked the serpentine. They were against the union of the snake and wolf leading to the present situation.
The same wolf that currently had three supreme clan leaders under his jaws and paws.
Sweat covering their backs, they nervously swallowed as they uncomfortably shifted on the hard cracked crimson cement.
They hoped the serpentine would deem them too puny and insignificant to bother mentioning them in her conversation with the wolf king. They did not want the Great King's dark sight to shift on them.
"You can release them now," Luke said to Ramose, his expression indifferent.
Ramose glanced at Versailles who slightly nodded in agreement. Loosening his hold, werewolf Ramose moved back, crouching by her side.
