A small tour around the palace by the Princess herself and we finally halt by the throne room. I think I might've heard of it. It's where the most important decisions for the whole werewolf kind are made, am I right?
Probably am.
"Come on in, Ron." Jane drags me along with her by my arm, entwining hers with mine as the large doors open in slow motion. It a felt like that movie I watched with my mom. What was that again? Never mind.
"Well well well..." My eyes widen at the voice which spoke.
It was the King...
I often heard the same booming voice of the alpha King in the news channels, the same dictatorial stern voice commanding millions through rallies and parades.
We walk closer to the humongous leveled up flight of stairs and there he sits on the throne, proud and jubilant.
