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!"

crowd. His dirty face was covered with blood, and his big, bright eyes

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

and shouted, "Just spit it out! How will we understand if

growled, "Do you really

in the sewers,

Felix's face turn red, but he was unable to retort. He simply glared at me

I felt powerless.

tone. "Did you think they would thank you? Don't be so naive. These werewolves have grown thick-skinned. They don't have any semblance of humanity or morality at all. They only have instinct, like wild beasts.

they've become like this! You have no right to reduce them to wild animals!" I couldn't help but point a finger Geoffrey. "Do you really think they want to live like this? You've brainwashed them into acting like sheep!

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

teeth at him ferociously. This devil

down, Flora. They're leaving," Warren pulled my hand and gestured at the dispersing

nobody cared about

spirit