The sound of a page flipping echoed in the quiet room—the book was old but well-kept, as though it had been passed down through generations.
Another minute passed before the hand turned the final page.
A deep chuckle escaped the reader's lips as he slowly shut the book. The chuckle grew, turning into laughter, louder with each passing second.
The deep sound resonated through the room, laced with venom.
"It's been a while since I truly enjoyed a book," came the deep voice, followed by the soft thud of the book closing.
"Who would have thought she’d be this interesting? And to think only the ancient Lycans know about this bloodline—it makes my blood boil in some sort of way. From my perspective, the King definitely knew she bears the blood of the enemies… Right, fairy?" he muttered, gla
