Chapter Eight-Four – The King
The cheers got even crazier that Laurel had to close her ears while deciphering what was said. The next king?
Her eyes went up and widened as someone marched in from the door. The Lycan Prince? Was the next King?
"Wait, wait—" Her eyes followed the young Lycan.
His crown had ben changed to something bigger and more ceremonial. She wasn't sure but there was a stylish cape to his attire.
Laurel could no longer hear anything.
The next King of the Lycans was a pyscho who hated werewolves and wanted them dead.
As if being a Lycan Prince wasn't enough to cause harm in the lives of others, he had to be made King to further torment innocent lives.
Her fists clenched tightly that she felt her claws dig into her palm. Droplets of blood splatted on the ground but she didn't care. It just wasn't fair!
It just wasn't. They were all children of the moon goddess.
None was lesser.
