Chapter 237: Be careful with my father.
The dining hall exploded with shouting voices and slamming fists. Shifters growled their protests, unwilling to accept that the humans planned to guard only their own borders and leave others vulnerable.
This war wouldn’t end if one party decided to retreat.
"Alpha Elcar, sit down, now," Kai said firmly, his voice low but commanding as he quelled his irate commander. He could understand their feelings but forming a discord couldn’t help them win.
Lord Alekin leaned toward King Benkin, his voice a hushed warning. "He has a point. If we withdraw, it’s only fair they pull back to their borders as well. The war in this realm has ended. We destroyed those tunnels."
Across the room, tempers flared. They threw insults at each other like flying arrows, sharp and merciless.
"Cowards! Do you really think crawling back to your cozy little homes will keep the vampires away? They will sneak to your bed, kill you, and fuck your wives."
"Shut up, beast! We’re not hiding, we’re strategizing! Vampires are scattered, lurking everywhere."
The room trembled with tension, on the verge of erupting into violence, until a booming voice cut through the din.
"Silence!" King Benkin roared. His dragon aura surged through the hall like wildfire, heating the air until even the stone walls of the temple seemed to sweat. Conversations stopped mid-breath as power thickened the space like smoke. His aura was hot, just like dragon breath.
"You’ve fought shoulder to shoulder for over a year," he thundered, his gaze sweeping across both humans and shifters. "Have you already forgotten what we’ve endured together? The world has changed, Luther is dead, and the vampire horde is leaderless. They won’t attack with the same precision again. That last assault was their final coordinated strike."
The King turned to Kai. "Take your soldiers back to Thegara’s borders, near the mountain range. I trust your senses; you’ll smell them before we do."