บท 355: Galdreth

As Fang walked into the throne room beside Akashi, the atmosphere shifted. Every face in the room turned toward them, some out of respect, others out of fear. The soft murmur died down. Witches and werewolves from Fang's pack had all gathered, filling the grand chamber with an uneasy quiet. The recent events had shaken everyone to the core, but for Fang, that pain was barely concealed behind the cold, hard exterior he presented. It had been decades since any battle was fought and the ones who had were old now.

Fang scanned the room as he and Akashi made their way without hesitation to the front, where Rosalia stood waiting. They sat right in the front.

Her regal posture commanded attention, but her gaze lingered on Fang. She could sense the rage rolling off of him, barely contained, a storm waiting to be unleashed.