A few days later when Silas arrived at the palace, he looked worn out, scared shitless and trembled like a coward. He didn't know what happened and what kind of political turmoil that the king concocted in his name.
"I will give you a hundred thousand warriors to take what is yours." Dacre sat in his throne, while Silas was kneeling down in front of him, confused.
"But, you have sent me with two thousand warriors earlier." Silas shook his head. "My king, I don't understand what all of this about."
If only the king didn't 'kidnap' him, he might be able to get his title as the alpha of the River Creek pack, after all alpha Khaos had secured the situation there, the problem was only with his sister, who became even crazier than the last time he met her.
"You don't need to ask so many questions. Follow my instruction and you will get the glory that you deserved."
