Chapter 45

AUTHOR

A tall, tanned-skinned man in his late thirties strode through his royal court with an air of authority, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. His piercing gaze bore a heavy burden of concern, casting creases across his forehead as a frown deepened his expression. The Lycan king's stern demeanor was palpable as he navigated the lavish room, his mood matching the opulence surrounding him.

Drawing closer to a glass table, ornately decorated with intricate patterns and symbols, the king's clenched fists betrayed the tension he carried. His face was a canvas of conflicting emotions - a mixture of frustration, desperation, and a hint of sorrow. As he approached the table, his strides were purposeful, and his narrowed eyes reflected a storm of thoughts brewing within.

Then, it happened. In a sudden outburst of frustration, his hand collided with a delicate figurine placed atop the glass table. The collision sent the vase tumbling to the ground, a crash that echoed through the r