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.

turned suspicious

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covered up. "The buildings outside just look much older than the ones here. That's all. We don't really know much, since we

inside the wall. The only difference is the social classes that reside. Outside, it is the suburbs where once only few werewolves lived. As time went on, more and

anything. Barlow's words sounded reasonable, but it still did not

were truly that simple, why were

was very clear

to ask Barlow what else happened outside the wall. I just followed quietly and observed what was going on here

day of sightseeing,

looked too perfect here. Even the imperial city couldn't achieve such

same pack. I wanted to walk by

to what I was

to retain his respectful attitude, he suddenly became tougher when we said that we wanted to walk around on

Geoffrey had already warned