The grand chamber of the royal council hadn't changed in decades. Its stone walls still carried the same cold vibes, the aura of judgment.
Different faces were carved on the walls of the council hall, all with tremendous power in their gazes.
These carved faces belonged to the old kings who ruled the werewolf kingdom in a hierarchical order, the men who fought in war to save and conquer their kingdom.
The last carved face on the wall belonged to the Former and still exercising King Grayson, also known as the legendary King, who sat on the head of the table with a brooding look.
Cyrus walked inside the council chamber with a neutral expression. His eyes were hooded, and his face was lazy, but his gaze was still sharp, and his aura was undefeatable.
Fabian and Trevor accompanied him, walking behind the person they considered their King.
