[South of Shkrade, Silvervale territory.]
In a dark hall, 19 figures sat around a wooden table adorned with gold. A lavishly decorated chalice that contained blue fire barely illuminated it. The flickering flames made the shadows dance.
At the head of the table sat a man. He had dark brown hair and hypnotic green eyes. A small smile graced his lips.
This man was Darius Hale, formerly Estelle's lover.
He was a handsome man with sharp jawline and stylish hair. He gave one an impression that he was a saint who wouldn't hurt a fly.
“ What is the meaning of this, Darius. Why the f*ck are you on that sit? Although you were declared heir a day ago, that doesn't give you the right to sit there!“ A werewolf whose body was covered with scars spoke. His name was Tamon.
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