The sun was high in the sky and the air in the Royal Lycan Arena buzzed with tension. The challenge for the Ethereal throne had gathered all the powers of the Ethereal Domain, Alphas and elders alike, numbering to over a hundred spectators.
It was a pivotal event for the Ethereal domain, the very first event where the Ethereal throne had been up for challenge since the beginning of the existence of the supernatural realm and this challenge would determine the course of the domain moving forward and even the supernatural realm at large.
Yet this spectacle of law and ancient culture, had taken an unexpected turn.
Morden, the only challenger still of the royal lineage, stood amidst the fallen Alphas, the challenge ground dyed red with their blood.
What was more worrisome to the spectators was the wisps of magic curling around his hand... witch magic, a potent ability that the werewolves were not meant to possess,
