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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just look much older than the ones here. That's all. We don't

is quite similar outside and 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 more werewolves who were

saying anything. Barlow's words sounded reasonable, but

it were truly that simple, why were the werewolves outside

was very clear when he said that the werewolves outside the wall had already been

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

day of sightseeing, I couldn't

me, it looked too perfect here. Even the

Being here, it was actually hard to imagine that hell was right outside the wall, within the same pack. I wanted to walk by myself to investigate more, but Barlow was following

on to what I was trying to

retain his respectful attitude, he suddenly became tougher when we

me that Geoffrey had already warned him not to let us out