King Reviere wasn’t in a good mood these days not that anyone who met him could say he ever was. The palace servants sensing his unease made sure to over do everything to his specific requirements and bow lower than they normally did so as not to incur his wrath.
His coldness and unwelcome seeped into the hall as the leader of the vampires and witches walked into the exquisite hall.
“ I never did like England.” grumbled Kladimir as he inched away from the powerful lycans strung about, his robe swinging around him. If they so much as sneezed their heads would roll. It was clear as day the power difference between the lycan king and the leaders of the other two factions. He outweighed them greatly.
There was no greeting, nothing to indicate any form of welcome as the hall went so quiet i
