Chapter Two Hundred-Fifty-Four – The Whip
Sorren cleared his throat, easing the silence that's been hanging in the air for a while. The news of the bred lycans cannot be good news because magic was still dangerous.
The new users of the magic were Lunaria's biological weapon which could mean Lunaria might be planning something chaotic.
Imagine combining lycan's raw strength and speed with the witches' magic, it's destructive. Did Lunaria even think of the possibility of those bred lycans revolt?
"Or are they all like that?" Sorren thought aloud, making Darren turn to him questioningly.
Sorren waved his hand in dismissal, then turned to his brother who was still lost in thoughts. Sorren wondered if he could ask Darren directly if Lunaria planned war?
He might not know but he might too, his identity was still a mystery. "What did Damancas have to say about this?"
