Whenever the moon light set in its full circle, Jamole was often fascinated to train at the arena, most times all alone and sometimes with his shifters. He had to train hard now because too many enemies surrounded him now.

He was yet to believe that Lord Mayor was fucking Oril; he doubted it in its exactitude. Lord Mayor was a flirt and a radical one at that but Jamole took solace in the fact that Oril wouldn’t allow Lord Mayor fuck her under his chamber. He least expected such betrayal from Lord Mayor and about now he had put lord’s name on his claws; and he would have to...