The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

If there was one reoccurring theme in this pack's architecture, it was the low buildings.

I had not seen any tall structures ever since I got here. The highest one was probably the city hall in the center, which was only almost thirty meters tall.

The huge wall was likely the highest landmark in the entire pack.

Barlow was quite polite, but he seldom talked to us.

Meanwhile, Flora kept talking to him with great interest. "Are all the werewolves here always so hospitable?"

I looked at Barlow, curious to hear his answer as well. Flora and I received a lot of food from the citizens along the way. Each person had a friendly smile on their faces and showed no intention of rejecting us. Barlow smiled proudly. "Not only do we have hospitable citizens, but we also have great public security. We don't even need to lock our doors at night."

"Oh, what about outside that huge wall? Isn't that the same pack too? It seems to be quite different over there," Flora blurted out.

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look much older than the ones

few werewolves lived. As time went on, more and more werewolves who were at the lowest social class rushed out of the wall in search for jobs. Over the past

reasonable, but it still did not make sense

were the werewolves outside forbidden from entering

exact opposite of what Felix said. Felix was very clear when he said that the werewolves outside the

happened outside the wall. I just followed quietly

whole day of sightseeing, I couldn't find

here. Even the imperial city couldn't achieve such good

to imagine that hell was right outside the wall, within the same pack. I wanted to walk

what I was trying to

Barlow was still cunning. While he tried to retain his respectful attitude, he suddenly became tougher when we said that

had already warned him not to let us