Chapter 51

Fowol said, looking down to see the King of Lycans pacing the camp and breathing fire, "I still don't believe it was a good idea." The Lycans and the remaining wolves were nowhere to be found. The manner he was seething made it impossible for anyone to approach him without risking having their head severed, so they were hiding from him.

Even Amoux remained silent.

Aphrodite scowled as she poured a fresh glass of wine for the pairer, "You think too much, Fowol," but the latter graciously declined it. She was only focused on the Lycan King, who appeared to be about to erupt violently.

"Three days had passed since he last saw her. Look at him, he is about to lose his head, and if he does, he will raise hell and bring down every mountain in this area until he finds her "Aphrodite ignored Fowol's attempts to remind her as she downed yet another glass of wine.

Aphrodite said, "He's not going to do anything like that."

How are you so certain of that? Fowol inquired while also feeling perplex