Ravik made sure the crowd was quiet.
The werewolves obeyed him easily after all, he was the attendant of their new lord, the one who had personally brought that strange yet benevolent man from the surface world down to them.
If not for Ravik's courage, who knew what would've happened to Lycas?
He looked over the square proudly.
Several dozens of werewolves… in human, half, and full forms filled the space.
And somewhere near the back, Vargan sat by himself.
The former leader's body was completely healed, and though his face was unreadable, everyone gave him a wide berth.
Nobody dared sit too close to him… even beaten, he was terrifying.
To his right, Selene sat surrounded by her little entourage.
Some of her admirers were fanning her with cloths and others offering her drinks.
Yet even she, the proud silver-haired beauty of Lycas, couldn't hide her impatience.
Everyone… her included was waiting for him.
Their new Lord.
And soon, he arrived.
