Chapter 481
The meeting had concluded, but neither leader departed with a sense of ease. If anything, they were burdened with new questions, the weight of unresolved matters pressing heavily on their minds.
In the grand, frost-laden halls of the werewolf kingdom, Wulv now sat upon an imposing ice throne—the very seat once occupied by his father. The crystalline structure gleamed under the soft, ethereal glow of the stars visible through the high-vaulted ceiling. Yet what stood out most was the constellation behind him, an intricate celestial pattern etched into the air itself. It pulsed faintly, its presence becoming an ever more frequent sight ever since Wulv had taken his place as ruler.
This was the gift of his constellation. The power granted to him, one necessary if he was to lead his people in the times ahead.
But now, after the encounter with Zirikon, his thoughts were consumed by a single, troubling question.
"Krogan" A name long forgotten. A being who had seemingly faded from history.
Why now?, Why had Krogan begun to stir again?
And, perhaps most pressing of all—what did he want with the Mammoth Beast King?
The throne room was eerily silent, save for the occasional distant howl of the winter winds. Then, a soft but deliberate sound broke the stillness.
Footsteps.
A lone figure approached.
A werewolf, broad-shouldered and clad in a heavy cloak of dark fur, strode toward the throne, carrying a massive, ancient tome bound in thick, weathered leather. The air around him seemed heavier, as if the book itself carried an immeasurable weight—not just physically, but in knowledge.