That makes a lot of sense, though. Still, I'm baffled. No wolf has ever secured the power of seeing vision. It's impossible.

But then I'm a silver wolf that the werewolves have known for the past 2000 years. Impossibility is me!

Besides, there's no harm in getting the facts right.

And there's only one person I can ask from. Rick will know better.

Clad in blue jeans and a white hoodie, I stepped out and moved towards the King's room.

I stepped inside, but Rick wasn't in. Just as I made to leave, my gaze darted at the wall clock.

I found myself frozen for a moment. The wall clock...