Jungle Of Death

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jungle Of Death

Alarick stepped out of the warm bath feeling refreshed and renewed. He had hoped that the water would wash away the tension he felt in his body, but it seemed to linger still. As he wrapped a towel around his waist, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked the same, but he knew that he was changing inside, and not for the better.

He walked back to his room and sat on his bed, feeling the weight of his thoughts crushing him. He tried to shake them off, but they seemed to stick to him like glue. He knew he was fighting a losing battle against the demon wolf inside him, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet.

As he was lost in thought, the door burst open and Morgana entered. Alarick was irritated by the intrusion, but he didn't show it.

He could already tell what Morgana came for, he was aware of the fact that he did something that was against Morgana's wish but he didn't want to speak first, and he was the king after all, he could do whatever he w