****Slightly MATURE CONTENT at the end****
"Do you mean to say that my mate isn't worthy of entering the Purple-Radiance Palace of the Ancestral Wolf?"
Ramose's expression turned dark as he glared at the grey wolf. The werewolves' strong reaction did not surprise him. He expected them to react like this. As the creation of the Ancestral Wolf, the Purple-Radiance Palace held great importance to the Werewolf Clan.
They would neither allow any other race to step foot in it nor let any wolf bring their mate in. But Ramose was determined to hold his mate's banquet within its walls. Because in his eyes, there was nothing more important and significant than his mate.
"My Queen isn't worthy of entering the Purple-Radiance Palace? Then do enlighten me, Elder Truim. If my Queen isn't worthy, who is?"
