EZEQUIEL took a deep breath and calmed his wolf. If his wolf were not controlled, the Grand Hall would become a bloodbath. By then, the werewolf race will use it to dethrone him. He didn’t care about the throne, and he was willing to give it up to anyone willing to take over and serve the people. But he would never give it up to those people whose hearts were selfish.
‘Roan, calm down.’
‘I can’t calm down! They’re looking down on our mate!’ Roan growled.
‘But if we make a move right now, they will use it against us.’
Roan became quiet.
‘Don’t worry, I will make them accept our human mate.’ Ezequiel promised to his wolf, Roan.
‘You better keep your words, Ezequiel,’ Roan said with a threat.
The corner of Ezequiel’s lips lifted. ‘Don’t worry, I will keep my word.’
Ezequiel looked
