The morning sun's rays filtered into the home office. Alpha Baron picked up the old and dusty journal, ready to begin from where he stopped.
He flipped through the pages he had already read until he settled on an entry. He read the scribbled words.
" My heart aches at how much our empire has changed since the days of my father. The old man would have spat at the sight of Wolves drinking in pubs with filthy humans. He most certainly would have preferred to blind himself than watch his kind marry the human slaves and bore their seeds. So much has changed since Odeyana joined the council of lawmakers.
Years ago, it began by fostering the relationship between us and the Witchood clan. This is quite understandable to me, for, after all, we are equally superior. But from then it got worse.
