#Chapter217

Sound of the world-02

Althea Zoella Castellanos Silvermoon

His face twisted in loathing for the land. He stands there with heart filled only with bitterness, waiting for the doom of our land, hoping to see it cease with his own eyes. My father charges forward, towards him, growling a word, a name unknown to my ears.

But the forces of turned Lycans around him stands before my father, building a shield for him with their own life.

Detestable. Despicable. That man was.

And my hatred for him rises even more as I charge towards them, backing up my father, tearing each and everyone’s head apart as I pray for...