*Ericsson’s POV*
“Don’t worry, I’ll find out what happened for it to go this bad. I’ll call you as soon as I get more information” I said calmly before disconnecting the call. I place the phone on the table near my chair as I toss the limp body of the witch to the ground, her neck twisted in an odd angle from where I snapped it. She almost ruined everything. I stepped over her dead body as I moved across the abandon throne room, looking at the pictures of the Alpha King and his Luna. I growled angrily, bringing my claws out as I s***h their pictures for the millionth time.
“One way or another dear brother… I will have this throne” I hissed at his picture before storming off, knowing that I need to make new plans to bring Rajeira here, whether willing or unwillingly. Either she stands
