In the king's chamber, Ronan was busy drafting out the site where the hunting could be done, and it would be successful. The woods that had gone untouched for years, which they believe will have enough prey to hunt in them.
After showing the king the four sites he picked out, he ordered him to keep the map, and he would recheck them later.
The moment he was about to put down a letter that would be sent to the imperial chief minister, demanding his presence, the loud growl of his lycan emitted through the walls, sending Ronan to the floor.
He sat still, his fingers digging the sides of his head as the growl intensified. His eyes shut as the room seemed to spin around within him. He gnashed his teeth, struggling to hold still—to keep his lycan in control—but the creature fought harder and
