The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Flora's POV:

Because Geoffrey himself gave the order, the gatekeepers had no choice but to walk towards the gate in an orderly fashion.

With a loud creak, the gate slowly swung open. Through the opening, I could already see that many werewolves on the other side of the wall had gathered. They must have been attracted by the commotion we had made earlier when we fought off the guards.

Their faces were pale and thin, their eyes sunken and lifeless. Old and young werewolves alike, no matter their age, they all shared a similar look. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I couldn't help but turn around and look at the werewolves who lived inside the wall.

They were all well-dressed. Some even wore a hat and a tie to breakfast, which made them look inexplicably affluent and formal. I also noticed the looks on their faces. They all glared at the werewolves outside the wall with disdain. Some of them even took out clean, perfumed handkerchiefs to cover their noses, as though they could smell the werewolves from the other side of the wall.

A few ragged and emaciated children with big, bright eyes looked to us with curiosity. "The gate can be opened?!" "What're they wearing? They look so beautiful!"

"I can smell bread. It smells so good..."

the children was bold enough to take a step forward, sniffing

or else the vampires will

What a stark contrast!

wall just looked at us silently. None of them dared to make a

beside Warren, I felt my heart sink to the bottom

and smiled. "What1 re you waiting

pursed my lips unhappily and tugged at Warren's sleeve.

looked solemn. Glancing down at me, he nodded

gate. "They want to tell you something," pointing at me and Warren, Geoffrey addressed the werewolves on the other side of the wall. He was grinning

and stepped forward. "Hello! We're from the imperial city and we're here to

a burst of mocking laughter from inside the wall, as though the werewolves were scoffing at the

took a small step back, but I suddenly felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I looked up and met Warren's steady gaze. "Don't worry. I'm here,"

and cleared my throat.

and I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I spoke. "Are you, werewolves of