"You have three breaths of time to step up. If anyone fails to come forward, I will consider it as the Ruling Wolf Pack purposely creating trouble and having compromised on the oaths they have taken as a wolf and subordinate of the Werewolf King. Absolute obedience and unwavering loyalty."
The Ruling Wolf Pack's expressions turned strange as they stared at the domineering Werewolf King in shock. The oppressive aura radiating off his body pressed on their chests, causing them to unconsciously flinch in pain and step back.
"King Ramose! What are you doing? We are Leaders of the Ruling Wolf Pack!" Saros was shamed into anger, the veins on his forehead throbbing as he roared in rage.
