The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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Warren quietly took the petition papers from my shaking hands.

He was like a stronghold as he stood in front of me, shielding me from those judgmental, disdainful gazes.

"You don't have to be afraid of Geoffrey, okay? We're here to protect you," Warren said firmly to the werewolves outside the wall.

"Yes! We represent the royal family. We're on your side," I added loudly.

But nothing we said worked. The crowd began to disperse, some of them even walked away directly.

In that moment, I felt completely and utterly powerless.

I couldn't control my emotions anymore and clenched my fists angrily. "Why? Why are you willing to be tortured by these people?"

A familiar voice answered me.

"You know nothing!"

His dirty face was covered with blood,

at him with my hands planted firmly on my hips. Felix had been playing

with his trickery anymore. I raised my voice and shouted, "Just spit it out! How will we

dangerously. Through gritted teeth, he growled, "Do you really think that tearing this wall down is good for

wall up? You eat rubbish, sleep in the sewers, and are hunted by

but he was unable to retort. He simply glared at me like a ferocious

I felt powerless.

give up, my dear. You can't save these werewolves," Geoffrey said in a slightly gloating tone. "Did you think they would thank you? Don't be so naive. These werewolves have grown thick-skinned. They don't have

have no right to reduce them to wild animals!" I couldn't help but point a

and looked at me as though I was an idiot. "Why are you so worked up? Is it because you've finally

bared my teeth at him ferociously. This devil had

pulled my hand and gestured at the

it seemed nobody cared about my

spirit