CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE (WAXING CRESCENT)

Chapter Thirty-three: Alaric

The moon hung silently on the black sky. Aside from that, no stars are out for the night, making the whole sky look like an empty canvas—a void.

A tall, gothic palace built far, far away from where the werewolves lived, stood in between small houses surrounding it. Streets were long and wide, connecting one street to another, like a spiderweb. The candles illuminated each house, giving a yellow-orange hue to each window.

Inside the palace, deep in the throne room, there sat a young-looking man. His face was pale, eyes red as blood, and face as cold as winter. No emotion could...