The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Geoffrey's POV:

Seeing the frightened looks on the faces of these young werewolves from the imperial capital city made me inexplicably happy.

This group of self-righteous, arrogant werewolves thought that they could just interfere in other people's business. How ridiculous!

"Look at each and every one of them carefully. They're the so-called culprits you keep accusing me to be! I'm not the only one who made this city into a living hell!" I threw my head back and laughed like a madman. "Everything has its cause and effect, but you only chose to look at the surface."

I said this not only to buy time for the reinforcements to come, but also because I wanted them to know their folly. These naive, hypocritical imperial city-dwellers probably had never seen real suffering in their lives.

the vampire race and the werewolf race signed the truce agreement, vampires stopped invading the territory of the

know is that, in fact, the werewolf race had been defeated. The three packs in the border

come we've never heard of this?" Warren looked

to stabilize the nation and if the people knew about our defeat, it'd only stir up trouble for

whenever I recalled those

border was a hunting ground for the vampires. They hunted, killed, bullied, and spat on werewolves in public here. For three whole years, we were helpless, hopeless, and powerless. Trust me, it was much more miserable than

winced in pain at the memory. When I was young,

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welled up in my eyes as I spoke of my parents. "My father was still alive at the time, and he was still the Alpha of our pack. He was the first one who found out that this place was going