Elder Castor
A grin formed on my tired face. Nine days observing, just waiting for the right moment. But since she gave birth, the Prince didn’t leave his mutt of a she-wolf, at least not until now.
She was currently with the little girl in the garden. It was a pity to kill a female Lycan, but that’s the price of greatness and pureness. Our Kingdom had to have a purebred — especially on the throne; no strays, and above anything, no wolves.
I was so close to achieving my aim, timely and geographically, from this old cabin in the meadow, I could see the prince’s new house.
Turning around, a scowl formed on my face, “Sven?” I called him. The lazy hag joined my cause a few weeks ago, knowing that he couldn’t achieve what he wanted by himself. He has always been a pawn, a soldier, not
