Chapter 151

Wynn walked into the lycan throne room and saw a few royals standing around. All Deacon’s brothers were there and Ondrink, whom he almost didn’t recognize.

“Ondrink, I would have not known it is you if I did not know you many years ago,” Wynn greeted, looking at a young Ondrink that looked as young as everyone else.

“Wynn,” Ondrink shook his hand. Ondrink’s hair was long, no longer grey but dark, and his native appearance appealing.

“What happened to you?” Wynn questioned as the last time he saw Ondrink he was growing old to leave this life.

“Prehistoric vampires,” Ondrink said.

“I am confused,” Wynn said, looking at Deacon that was just as surprised as him.

“Now that Wynn has arrived,” Ondrink said and looked over at Jessica, disappointed that they did not fate to one another again, “we shall begin.”

Ondrink put his warbonnet, which was made out of snow-owl feathers, onto his head.

“Let me geuss, you were hoping that Jessica and Wynn fate again?” Deacon chuckled. “Well, Wynn is fated