The black veil that had shrouded the cage was removed, revealing the Deanite wolf in chains. These chains were as thick as the ones used to restrain Ethan and Laura back in Grendor.
The Deanite wolf's fur was entirely black, and its eyes glowed red, even in the absence of darkness. It was just as formidable and large as Ethan's wolf form. Undoubtedly, a Deanite wolf could take on two werewolf Alphas.
I could see the fury of being a captivate burning in the eyes of the Deanite wolf. Even though he was caged and chained, no one wants to go near the cage.
King Morgath rose from his seat and circled the cage, maintaining a ten-foot distance. The Deanite wolf locked eyes with King Morgath, mirroring the intensity of the gaze being directed at it.
After what felt like an eternity of observing the Deanite wolf, King Morgath returned to his seat and posed his first question.
