Chapter Thirty Four

There was about a five second pause.

“Lacan, could you repeat that? I don’t think we heard it clearly.” Algorne recovered first.

Yeah, repeat that, Daykan echoed silently.

They had all heard what he said; a room full of werewolves with more than average hearing.

But you could hear something so unbelievable that you would be convinced your mind was playing tricks on you.

“You all heard me. Daykan should be free to go because he hasn’t done anything wrong.” Lacan said firmly.

“Excuse me? Hasn’t done anything wrong? We all know what he did! He admitted to it himself! We all heard him! The boy in...