Chapter 137

Back in the kingdom after King Dante left.

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The great hall was silent except for the ragged, pained breathing of the wounded knight sprawled on the long wooden table.

Sweat poured down his pale face, his hands trembling uncontrollably as if an unseen fire was consuming him from the inside. His wolf had gone eerily quiet — a terrible sign for any werewolf.

Lyrra hovered nearby, her usual