Chapter 64

Prescott’s POV

Seven days count down to the passing down of power to the Lycan clan was theatrical moment ever in the pack. Even though nothing special happens on the day, yet the clan specially made the seven days countdown a memorable one.

Every pub in the town would be filled up with people, toasting to being a member of the powerful species.

I groaned, sliding my hands into my pant pocket as Ulrica kept pulling me inside the town pub. The pub was a bit crowded compared to the normal day when we usually come.

“His Majesty, our esteemed king is here!” a voice howled from the crowd, a dead silence was what followed before others at the pub began to go on their knees.

“Greetings to His Majesty, our esteemed King!” the rest chanted, I groaned feeling a little bored with the formalities of the pub.

I didn't come here to be treated like a King. What happened to the indifference in the pub?

“Greetings, my loyal folks.” I smiled, waving my hand for them to get back to their business.

“Tsk