THE LYCAN KING’S DECREE

“What reports do you bring me from your scouting?” Ghost asked in a frigid voice, staring straight at the array of weapons lining the opposite wall with a murderous intensity.

The anger swirling in him was like a thunder storm, and he desperately needed an outlet for his blood-thirsty urges.

The warrior standing in the shadows near the entrance to the room, kept staring at the floor. It was better to stare at the dark floor for hours, than look up and risk angering the Alpha further. Especially when Ghost was in such a dangerous mood.

“The scouts bring the same news, Alpha.” The warrior said. “Your daughter has been sighted in Black Wolf Pack territory.” He paused, like he was contemplating death, before he finally added in a lower tone. “Rumors have it that she plans to become their Luna.”

An enraged growl escaped from Ghost, and he swiped a hand across a table, displacing everything on it. Several objects clattered to the floor in a thunderous crash. Most of them burst into millions