The ladies pushed the table in front of them away, making it clear that they were no longer interested in pretending that they wanted to remain peaceful. The witch in the middle raised her hands, and a small ball of fire immediately ignited in her palms, the flames moving around her fingers as she stared at the Lycans with a confident expression.
The Lycans were not left behind. Several of them began snarling as their anger finally took over, while some started shifting, their bodies changing as they prepared themselves for a fight.
"We own the citadel now. It is high time you all get it into your thick skulls. Our new mother sits on the throne, not Vealor," the witch said with a proud smile.
The words immediately caused a reaction among the Lycans.
They gasped in shock, surprise flickering across their faces as they looked at one another, trying to understand what they had just heard.
