Chapter 379 The Last Warning

The moment the door cracked open, the stench of rust mixed with the sharp tang of Lycan-bane hit her in the face.

Voren was chained to an ornate bronze chair soaked in Lycan-bane—none other than the one from the Argent Manor’s dining room.

“How the hell did you even manage to haul the guy out with the chair still attached?” Kaelie frowned at the deep claw marks on the legs—scars left by Voren Fros