Bab 56: CHAPTER 55

The walk to the Lycan King's chambers felt like a journey into madness. Sabastine led the way, silent as ever, his long strides forcing me to keep pace. I trailed behind, my mind racing with one very important question: Why the hell was I doing this?

I mean, seriously—what did I care if the Lycan King was holed up in his room, licking his wounds after his latest spat with the goddess? It wasn't like he had ever shown any regard for my well-being. If anything, this felt like walking straight into the lion's den. The logical thing would have been to say no, to slam the door in Sabastine's face and go back to my book and my cats.

And yet, here I was, trudging down these cold, winding halls, letting Sabastine drag me deeper into the belly of the beast. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was stupidity. Probably both.