Last night, after the failed kidnapping attempt on the two white wolves, Battal was called to another emergency meeting. But this time, it was not just with the elders but also the protectors, as well as the Lycan army commanders.
These kinds of meetings were never interesting, and as expected, the bullets were being launched as the first elder spoke, his voice sharp with accusation that left the air heavy with tension.
"King Battal, you have failed us again."
Battal was not surprised that the news had reached the elders before his arrival. The Lycans had different clans, each of them competing for the kingship to come from their side, each of them hungry for power, for dominance, for the crown. Pure political hunger filled the room.
